There's a tree in my gardennTall and dark with countless leavesnAnd it whispers in the airnAnd it dances in the breezenAnd it sways in the stormnBut its hold is strongnnAnd like the hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynThe rhythm of this world, the gift of lifenThe essence that can never diennThe hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynThe rhythm of this world, the gift of lifenThe essence that can never diennBy a river crystal brightnThere's a tree where waters flownLeaves that fall for our healingnScattered on the world belownWhere angels dance and the people singnnA song of hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynThe rhythm of this world, the gift of lifenThe essence that can never diennThe hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynThe rhythm of this world, the gift of lifenThe essence that can never diennA song of hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynnThe song of hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynThe rhythm of this world, the gift of lifenThe essence that can never diennThe hope that's come my waynAnd turns me 'round to face the skynThe rhythm of this world, the gift of lifenThe essence that can never die