Josephine Foster
Where There Are Trees
Where there are trees,
I will walk there!
Oh what has been left,
I will rest
And in the hold
which is thickest
I'll bury my shoes,
I'll bury my dress.
Where there are trees,
I will walk there!
Oh what has been left,
I will rest
And in the hold
which is thickest
I'll bury my shoes,
I'll bury my dress.