The Trees of The Field
Rubin / Dauermann

You shall go out with joy
And be led forth with peace
The mountains and the hills will break forth before you
There'll be shouts of joy
And all the trees of the filed
Will clap, will clap their hands
And all the trees of the field will clap their hands
The trees of the field will clap their hands
The trees of the field will clap their hands
While you go out with joy