Trees hang over the water like large grape vines,
They look as if they had taken there time.
So old and green as squirrels hang high,
There is no sign of the big blue sky.
The trees tickle the edge of the water as,
The fish below look at the yonder.
The trees are bright, gloomy and green,
As if they had never been seen.
The trees are as happy as can be,
Filled with joy singing the Tiz of Thee.