Posion Tree

Marcia Howard & Mary Black

I was angry with my friend

I told him so and my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

told him not and my wrath did grow

and I watered it in fears night

and morning with my tears

and I sunned it with smiles

and with soft deceitful wiles

and it grew both day and night

till it bore an apple bright

and my foe beheld it shine

and he knew that it was mine

was a poison tree

beware of a Poison Tree

Poison Tree

growing inside of me

and into my garden stole

when the night had veiled the pole

in the morning glad I see

my foe outstretched

beneath that tree

was a Poison Tree

beware of a Poison Tree

Poison Tree

growing inside of me

Poison Tree

beware of a Poison Tree

Poison Tree

what happened to you

and me