Open Sky - Iona

There’s a tree in my garden

Tall and dark with countless leaves

And it whispers in the air

And it dances in the breeze

And it sways in the storm

But its hold is strong

And like the hope

That’s come my way

And turns me round

To face the sky

The rhythm of this world

The gift of life

The essence that can never die

By a river crystal bright

There’s a tree where waters flow

Leaves that fall for our healing