Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky;
Embrace these brief and passing days of spring,
For soon in winter all must fade and die.

Rejoice, O trees, and lift your branches high,
Where song sparrow and robin sweetly sing.
Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky.

Although the shadows lengthen, do not sigh
Or weep. Take courage; to the summer cling,
For soon in winter all must fade and die.

The sun is here now; ‘neath its watchful eye
New life wells up in every living thing.
Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky.

Ere long your raiment darkens, bids goodbye;
At Winter’s bidding birds will all take wing,
For soon in winter all must fade and die.

Think not upon the frost that’s drawing nigh;
Tomorrow’s cares and worries windward fling.
Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky,
For soon in winter all must fade and die.