Testi Open Sky - Iona

Open Sky

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