I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

How does one grow so, and yet does not bow?

What does one see, you're simply so high in the sky.

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

Do you mind all the climbing, clambering children? 

They scale your branches so effortlessly, and I wonder, what do they see?

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

What of your glorious pink blooms?

Where do they go, floating on the breeze, where do they land, what do they find and see?

It's just the nature of my curiosity.

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

These old limbs of mine aren't as strong as they used to be.

Would you mind me leaning against you, just for the moment, you don't, do you?

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity, 

O Almond Tree, this old woman, for all her years of knowledge, doesn't know your secrets. 

So instead I watch from my window, your branches, you blooms, and the children, and I wonder.

It's just the nature of my curiosity.