Paul Brandt -

The Sycamore Tree Lyrics

by Paul Brandt



(paul brandt/steve rosen)

In the sticks down an old dirt road near a small kentucky town
When his daddy would come home
Out past the old red barn in sycamore tree
Is where little zach would go
And high above the guilt and pain
The only place that he was safe

Was high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
You could hear a small voice in the wind
Sayin, please dont let him do that to me
Prayin to be born again
In the sycamore tree

Time went on as it always does, and his daddys time had come
How he felt was hard to say
He often wondered how hed ever make it through
But as they buried him that day
He realized its not my fault
And as the leaves began to fall

From high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
You could hear forgiveness in the wind
Singin out, find the truth and the truth will set you free
Broken chains and a heart on the mend
neath the sycamore tree, oh

And like an answer to his praying
As he watched his child playing

High above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
You could hear a small voice in the wind
Sayin, please daddy wont you come and play with me
In the sycamore tree
The sycamore tree

Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness
Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness


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