1. O trees of the two valleys, perhaps I will bend
To rest in your shade and find repose,

2. And find in you what my soul desires of comfort,
Though the comfort my soul desires is out of reach,

3. If I could take provisions from you for an hour
And rest in your shade, tired and weary,

4. I seek only a little, yet how much
A little has cured abundant affliction among men.