A tour de force
A tool to force
Seasons last an age
Seems unkind
State of mind
For that saccharine stage
You are the queen of trees
Turf to course
Blown off course
Infested with the heath
Seems unkind
State of mind
New cut of teeth
You are the queen of trees
Burned by men with no qualities
From the top to the furthest root
Move the blossom, oh shake the fruit
Oh yeah this is for the forest
And this is for the woods
The arboretum
And all the shades of good
Oh oh oh oh
You are the queen of trees
You are the queen of trees
Oh oh oh oh oh oh queen of trees