Oh the trees of the field are singing, joyful songs of love
For they've seen His eyes, and they can't deny His love
Oh I'm not a tree but I'm singing, because I have seen them too
And His is a deep, deep love that warms itself right through
My cold heart
Right through my cold heart
For they've seen His eyes, and they can't deny His love
Oh I'm not a tree but I'm singing, because I have seen them too
And His is a deep, deep love that warms itself right through
My cold heart
Right through my cold heart
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