Here I grow, a handsome fir tree,
Standing upright within my wood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Where now I thrive for all to see,
Strobilus stemmed out of the bud;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
Today I prosper, living free,
As streaming sap spawns my lifeblood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Forever green and wild are we,
My friends and I'd age if we could;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
The gentle breeze may hear my plea
And listen to me as it should;
An innocent, then let me be.
So, man is come to sever me,
To rob me of my livelihood.
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree
An innocent, then let me be.
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