The whistling is the trees

THE WHISTLING IS THE TREES (E G# C# F# B E)

Come out. Now what?

Are you alone? I’ve found a place to rest.

 

The wind brings me here. The waves push me home.

The grass picks me up. The stars lay me down.

 

And I hear the whistling of the trees.

I hear the whisper of the ocean.

The whisper of the ocean.

I hear the whistling of the trees.