Trees of the field

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 field
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.  (Repeat)