There is a tree

It’s vast, you see

Growing money for you, not me.

 

Its leaves are golden

Its roots are olden

Branches stretch to eternity.

 

There is a tree

For you, not me

It offers shelter in a storm

 

Gather near

Be of good cheer

For we the ragged are not here

We are not here

Nowhere near

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