Amber ribbons, thick and slow
Maple mornings, golden glow
The syrup pours unhurried, sweet
Across the table where we eat
It came from trees that stood for years
Through winter frost and springtime tears
Like a tree beside the stream
Rooted deeper than it seems
Plant me by Your rivers, Lord
Let my roots drink from Your word
In every season I will stand
And bring forth sweetness from Your hand
The oldest maples give the most
Their patience turned to sweetness, slow
And so the years I wait on You
Are turning into something true
Like a tree that does not fear
Green and giving year to year
Plant me by Your rivers, Lord
Let my roots drink from Your word
In every season I will stand
And bring forth sweetness from Your hand
Whatever he does prospers still
Rooted, resting in His will
Plant me by Your rivers, Lord
Let my roots drink from Your word
In every season I will stand
And bring forth sweetness from Your hand
Amber ribbons, thick and slow
Maple mornings, golden glow
