Peter Dawson
trees
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree,
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair,
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain,
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
- Album:
- Non-Album Releases
- Songs of Australia
- Australia
- TITANIC tunes 1912 – And the Band Played On Vol. 1
- Waltzing Matilda
- Give Me the Rolling Sea
- The Very Best Of
- The Very Best of Peter Dawson
- Timeless Songs from WWI Years 1914-1918 Volume 2
- I Travel the Road
- The Ultimate Collection (,Re-mastered)
- The Floral Dance
- Glorious Devon
- Centenary Celebrations: Peter Dawson
- My Life of Song
- Golden Voices of Yesteryear - Peter Dawson
- Forever Gold - On The Road To Mandalay (Remastered)
- Legends (Remastered)
- The Ultimate Collection
- Centenary Celebrations