Silent I watched the clouds,
Silent I touch the water.
Silent I lean to people,
Silent I turn to light.
Silent I welcome birds,
Silent I lift the children.

Silently reaching outward,
Silently holding tight.
And my roots go deep,
In this place I know.
Though I may be old,
Still, I grow.

For I was put here to make something beautiful,
Make something beautiful,
Before I go.

Silent I bow to crowds
Silent I move to breezes
Silent I bless the lovers
Ending I hear their sighs.

Silent I spread my arms,
Crooked and gnarl but standing.
Look and you'll see my dancing,
Look and you'll seem me rise,
And my roots go deep,
In this place I know.

Though I may be old,
Still, I grow.
For I was put here to make something beautiful,
See something beautiful,
Be something beautiful.

Before I,
Go.

Writer : FLAHERTY, STEPHEN CHARLES / AHRENS, LYNN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.