A tree that sprang up and cracked the walls of the hotel Beauxhomme
So that its gates could never close again
A tree that lived forever sheltering peasant and grand homme alike
A tree that watched over Daniel for his lifetime
A tree in which his children played

And one day as Daniel's young son sat in the shade of the tree
He noticed a beautiful young peasant girl high in the branches
Looking out at the world
And the spirit of Ti Moune touched their hearts
And set them free to love

And she stands against the lightning and the thunder
And she shelters and protects us from above
And she fills us with the power and the wonder of her love

And this is why we tell the story
Why we tell the story
Why we tell the story
Why we tell the story

If you listen very hard you hear her call us
To come share with her our laughter and our tears
And there's mysteries and miracles befall us through the years

We tell the story
We tell the story

Life is why we tell the story
Pain is why we tell the story
Love is why we tell the story
Grief is why we tell the story

Hope is why we tell the story
Faith is why we tell the story
You are why we tell the story
Why we tell the story
Why we tell the story
Why we tell the story

So I hope that you will tell this tale tomorrow
It will help your heart remember and relive
It will help you feel the anger and the sorrow and forgive

For all the ones we leave and we believe
Our lives become the stories that we weave

There is an island where the rivers run deep
Where the seas sparkling in the sun
Earns it the name Jewel of the Antilles
An island where the poorest of peasants live
And the wealthiest of grand homme play
And on this island we tell the story

We tell the story