The magical moments of musical mysteries that marvelously matter to me
Have seen their fulfillment and come to fruition in the this tall terrific tree.

I swear it claps its hands and sings when I play my little flute,
And when others come, the tree’s music goes mute.

Dancing tree, O dancing tree,
I see you right in front of me.
You clap for joy, and sing so loud,
Your melodies ring into the clouds!

The clouds, they cover and they hover
Over top the joyous noise;
They sustain the song and play along
To the tunes of girls and boys.

The birds, they sing and mountains leap
And join the celebration;
Nature’s orchestra will be released
In the glorious new creation!

The trees of the field shall clap their hands,
The mountains and hills shall sing
In jubilation all creation
Sees their coming King!

He liberates them from their bondage;
He comes to make all things new.
He is Alpha and Omega,
He is faithful, He is true!