The Palestinian Olive Tree

The Palestinian Olive Tree

BY Duo Doloroso The tree of life my soul hath seen, Laden with fruit and olive green; The tree of life my soul hath seen, Its fruit my livelihood has been; But Israel, now it takes from me The Palestinian Olive Tree. This tree doth make my soul to thrive, I eat its fruit to stay alive; This tree doth make my soul to thrive, It keeps my dying self alive; But settlers steal the fruit from me, of the Palestinian Olive Tree. I'm weary of my fight for life, Here I will rest from daily strife; I'm weary with my endless toil, Here I will sit and rest awhile: Under the shadow I will be, of the Palestinian Olive Tree. This tree of life Israel has been Uprooting, with its olives green; This tree of life Israel has been Bulldozing with its vile machine; My heart doth break, no more to see The Palestinian Olive Tree. The tree's own oil has turned to tears, It's seen our suffering o'er the years; The tree's own oil has turned to tears, It's felt our suffering and our fears; Our freedom one day you will see, O Palestinian Olive Tree.