On barren hills, old and wise,
stands the olive tree, on a silent journey.
Its trunk bent, burnt by the sun,
patiently bears fruit, as if by hand.
It teaches us calmness, patience and strength,
that true fruit only comes from perseverance.
On barren hills, old and wise,
stands the olive tree, on a silent journey.
Its trunk bent, burnt by the sun,
patiently bears fruit, as if by hand.
It teaches us calmness, patience and strength,
that true fruit only comes from perseverance.