To the Holy Land I traveled, in search of something
An Olive Tree where I could feel His peace.
To be alone and In Jesus' homeland
Sit under my own and private Olive Tree.
Peace, I need to feel his peace.

At Shepherd's Field the air was chilled, and the sun was setting
We heard the story of His glory, our gift from Thee.
The sheep were straying, a donkey was braying,
But the bus was waiting and I hadn't found my tree.
Peace, I hadn't found His peace

That night I gazed in pity, across the old, old city
I'd missed the chance to find my olive tree.
My heart was praying, the organ was playing,
When the music brought my Olive Tree to me.
Peace, the music brought my peace.

So broken hearted the day we parted, to leave this country
Though memories were forever in my mind
Where Jesus travelled, but my heart unravelled
For my olive trees I had to leave behind.
Peace, I had to leave my peace.

Back at home, how I felt alone now, as the snow was falling,
Then In my mind I saw the Shepherd and His sheep.
I watched, I wondered, I waited and I pondered
Again I found my olive tree, it was within me.
Peace, I 'll always feel His peace

And I'll keep my olive tree always within me.

Performed for the Meservy Family Christmas Eve get together. . . 1994