The Giving Tree Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy And everyday the boy would come to play Swinging from her branches sleeping in her shade Laughing all the summer hours away And so they loved and oh the tree was happy Oh the tree was glad
But soon the boy grew older one day he came and said Can you give me some money, tree To buy something I’ve found I have no money said the tree Just apples, twigs and leaves But you can take my apples, boy And sell them in the town And so he did and oh the tree was happy Oh the tree was glad
But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my own I can’t give you a house she said The forest is my house But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home And so he did and oh the tree was happy Oh the tree was glad
And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes My life has turned so cold he said I need sunny days I’ve nothing but my trunk she said But you may cut it down And build yourself a boat and sail away And so he did and oh the tree was happy Oh the tree was glad
And after years the boy came back both of them were old I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift I’m nothing but an old stump now I’m sorry boy she said I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give I do not need very much now just a quiet place to rest The boy, who whispered with a weary smile Well said the tree an old stump is still good for that Come boy she said sit down Sit down and rest a while And so he did and oh the tree was happy
