Here in the hush of the redwood trees,
Here, where the ages pass,
Here, in the warm of the redwood trees,
Here, where there’s peace at last.
See how they raise their lofty heads
And see how they’ve learned to pray.
God must have stood where I’m standing now
And talked with the redwood tree
Like He talks with me.
The song has never been commercially recorded but radio transcriptions may be found. Check our Discography page.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America