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Trees We'll Never See
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Aug 24, 2026 updated
Verified editorial review
Amy Grant's song 'Trees We'll Never See' reflects on the legacy we leave behind, using the metaphor of planting trees that future generations will enjoy. The lyrics celebrate the simple, faithful work of nurturing life—like a parent teaching a child to garden—and acknowledge that our efforts may not bear fruit in our lifetime. The song gently reminds listeners of the eternal perspective, where our souls go home after our names are carved in stone. It encourages living with love, faith, and grace, trusting that our labor has meaning beyond what we can see. The imagery of praying for rain and pulling weeds captures the daily faithfulness of a life well-lived.
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Good, sweet earth
Sleeves rolled up and hands buried in the dirt
I can see you there in one of dad's old shirts
Showing me how life's supposed to work
Good straight lines
You need seed and sweat and soil and sweet sunshine
Once those roots take hold you'll be just fine
It's a beautiful design
It just takes love and faith and grace, a little time
We're all sons and daughters
Just ripples on the water
Trying to make it matter
Until our time to leave
One day they'll carve your name in stone
Then send your soul on home
'Till then its praying for rain
And pulling up the weeds
Planting trees we'll never see
First day of spring
The whole world's waking up and turning green
And everything connects to everything
It's a beautiful design
It just takes love and faith and grace, a little time
We're all sons and daughters
Just ripples on the water
Trying to make it matter
Until our time to leave
One day they'll carve your name in stone
Then send your soul on home
'Till then its praying for rain
And pulling up the weeds
Planting trees we'll never see
Statues fall and glory fades
But a 100-year-old oak tree still gives shade
We're all sons and daughters
Just ripples on the water
Trying to make it matter
Until our time to leave
One day they'll carve our name in stone
Then send our souls on home
'Till then its praying for rain
And pulling up the weeds
'Till then its praying for rain
And pulling up the weeds
Planting trees we'll never see
Trees we'll never see