The Sunbeams Are Twinkling;
The Air, Soft And Free,
Is Telling A Message
To You And To Me.
Come Out! Come Out!
We're Planting A Tree;
Come Out! Come Out!
Let's All Plant A Tree.

Though Now It Is Slender,
No Taller Than I,
It Soon Will Be Growing
Straight Up To The Sky.
A Tree! A Tree!
That Reaches So High;
A Tree! A Tree!
That Touches The Sky.