Learning Tree

(Words: Dan & Mike McCornack; Music: Mike McCornack)

In the spring of the year
When the evening was still
We climbed hand in hand
To the top of the hill, to the top of the hill.

We walked up the hill,
Through the meadow, through the wood,
To the stand of Douglas Fir
Where the learning tree stood, where the learning tree stood.

Follow me, and I’ll show you the way
To the old learning tree We can hide, we can play.

Under it’s branches,
On the soft earth so cool
She taught me some things
That you don’t learn in school, that you don’t learn in school.

As my Grandfather did
And my Father before me
I first tasted love
‘Neath the old learning tree, ‘neath the old learning tree.

Follow me, and I’ll show you the way
To the old learning tree We can hide, we can play.

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