On your knees you are taller than trees
you can look over heartaches and pain
When my faith is gone to my knees
I will go growing stronger and taller than trees
One night it was a long time ago now

I knelt at my mother´s knee
And she said son lift up your eyes to him in the skies
And you´ll grow like the mighty oaks
But you son created in image of God
can become taller than the tallest trees
And this was the answer
I felt as down at her knees I knelt
On your knees you´re taller than trees
You can look over all your heartaches
and son you can look over all of your pains
When my faith is gone to my knees
I will go growing stronger and taller than trees