The Trees Of The Field (Steffi G. Rubin)

You shall go out with joy and be led forth

With peace.  The mountains and the hills will

Break forth before you.  There’ll be shouts of

Joy, and all the trees of the field will clap,

Will clap their hands.

And all the trees of the field will clap their hands,

The trees of the field will clap their hands,

The trees of the field will clap their hands

While you go out with joy.