歌詞

The apples came from patient trees

That grew beside the stream

I hold a warm plate in my hands

And think about the tree

That stood through frost and thirsty June

To grow this gift for me

It did not rush, it did not fear

It only stayed and grew

Like a tree beside the water

Bearing fruit in season due

Whoever roots themselves in Him

Will bear their sweetness too

The little lamb is very still

As if it feels the hush

The afternoon leans through the glass

And gilds the table's blush

O plant me by the river, Lord

And teach me how to stay

Like a tree beside the water

Bearing fruit in season due

Whoever roots themselves in Him

Will bear their sweetness too

My leaf will never wither there

The promise runs like sap

For seasons all belong to Him

And harvest is His gift

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Like a tree beside the water

Bearing fruit in season due

Whoever roots themselves in Him

Will bear their sweetness too

Like a tree beside the water

Bearing fruit in season due

Whoever roots themselves in Him

Will bear their sweetness too

The apples came from patient trees

And patience came from Him