The Righteous Tree by the Stream

Well, happy is the fellow who won't follow wicked ways. Won't walk the

road where sinners go. Won't sit where scoffers stay. He keeps his

heart on the good Lord's word. Reads it every night and day. And the truth

he finds in the pages. That keeps him steady on the way.

Cause he's like a tree down by the stream. Growing strong in the sunlight beam

bearing fruit when the time is right. Leaves still shining through the night.

But the wicked drift like dust that flies. God sees the righteous with his

eyes. He don't fear the storms that gather. Don't mind the