Walking down the whistling tree

Walking day by day

Hearing all the shouts and screams

And all the joys as well

Sitting tight, standing still

Hearing all I can

Wondering what will come next

Wondering sweet or sour

The whistling tree, it speaks to me

Tells me what to do

I come to it, I seek its help

It pulls me to aswell

What do you want, what shall I do

What do you want from me today

What is thy deed, what is thy joy

What shall I do today

Where is the tree. I still don't know

Yet I hear it everyday

Maybe one day I find it

Maybe one day up there