When I grow up I want to be a tree Want to make my home with the birds and the bees And the squirrels, they can count on me When I grow up to be a tree
I'll let my joints get stiff, put my feet in the ground Take the winters off and settle down Keep my clothes till they turn brown When I grow up, I'm gonna settle down
I'm goin' reach, I'm gonna reach I'm goin' reach, reach for the sky I'm goin' reach, I'm gonna reach I'm goin' reach, till I know why
When the spring comes by I'm gonna get real green If the dogs come by I'm gonna get real mean On windy days, I'll bend and lean When I grow up I'm gonna get real green
If I should fall in storm or slumber Please don't turn me into lumber I'd rather be a Louisville slugger Swinging for the seats...
I'm goin' reach, I'm gonna reach I'm goin' reach, reach for the sky I'm goin' reach, I'm gonna reach I'm goin' reach, till I know whyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
