For the rain, I’ll use my leaves
For the sun and for the breeze, I seed
Well, I’ll be the thing you need
To your young, I’ll be the thing you feed
Keep away the birds you see
My fruit won’t last long unless you care for me
I’m here to help and here to breathe
And feed your young the things they need
It’s the season of my tree
But in the cool, I’ll lose my leaves
To let you know you can remember me
And enjoy me when the winter’s been
For the fruit and lеafy greens
And the golden given bеans that stalk
When will we ever find the time to harvest it all?
When will we ever find the time to harvest it all? Mm
Well, you can thank the bees
And you can praise the rain that pours
Dear humble human beings
Well, you can thank the bees
You can praise the rain that pours
Dear humble human beings
Yes, I’m the abundant garden
Oh, humble human beings
Yes, I’m the abundant garden, mm
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