歌手:SHAYLA HE
专辑:《Ave Maria》

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The Tree
Sing By Shayla He
The Lark From the Moon
This man I know
has an apple tree he 's hoping will grow
Day after day he waits
And what does he see
Not one apple on the tree
This man I know works all winter
But the tree will not grow
Till late in spring
With still no fruit to be found
He goes out to chop it down
Low and behold
Like a miracle swept in from the sea
Low and behold
There 's a fog so thick
The man can not see
To cut the tree
Next morning he
All excited he comes running to me
Right there for all to see
Way up on a bough
Small and weak but hanging on somehow
Is a baby apple now