A summer long ago A little seed was sown But a farmer with no shade The hourglass of time He watched it slowly climb While he began to fade And we, never see The shade, from our trees I sat beneath the tree A canopy of leaves To block the summer sun The branches reach so high Stretching toward the sky I leaned against the trunk And we, never see The shade, from our trees And we, never see The shade, from our trees And we, never see The shade, from our trees And we, never see The shade, from our trees