An olive tree is growing in a valley

It reaches toward the sky without a word

Its boughs are thin, but strong enough to carry

A tiny little bird

The bird begins exploring its surroundings

The open air, the thrill of flying free

It soars up to the summit of a mountain

To see what it can see

Before returning to

The olive tree

The olive tree

The mountain’s frozen solid in the winter

Its evergreens all dressed up white with snow

The sun comes out, the ice begins to splinter

And a river starts to flow

The river winds its way down to the valley

There it breaks into a dozen streams

A little girl discovers one a follows

Where the water leads

It takes her right back to

The olive tree

The olive tree

The olive tree (the olive tree, the olive tree, da da da)

The olive tree (the olive tree, the olive tree, da da da)

The olive tree (the olive tree, the olive tree, da da da)

The olive tree (the olive tree, the olive tree, da da da)

The little girl is climbing in the branches

She takes the silver leaves and makes a crown

Safe beneath the canopy she dances

Spinning round and round

One day she might want to climb that mountain

See all the things that tiny bird has seen

No matter where the winding river takes her

I will always be (I will always be)

Waiting here beneath

The olive tree

The olive tree

The olive tree (the olive tree, the olive tree)

The olive tree (the olive tree, the olive tree)

An olive tree is growing in a v