If I could climb the garden wall
I’d see an elm tree green and tall.
If I could climb the green elm tree,
A grand and grassy hill I’d see.
If I could climb the grassy hill,
I’d see a mountain larger still.
If I could climb the mountain steep,
I’d see the ocean broad and deep
With great ships sailing from the bay
To foreign countries far away.
Then, when I’d seen them leave the bay
For those strange countries far away,
If on the sea I turned my back
And faced the dizzy mountain track,
I’d see a rather little hill,
And then an elm tree smaller still,
And last, and furthest off of all,
A tiny speck- the garden wall.