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Paul Brandt Miscellaneous The Sycamore Tree 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 don't let him do that to me" Prayin' to be born again In the sycamore tree Time went on as it always does, and his daddy's time had come How he felt was hard to say He often wondered how he'd ever make it through But as they buried him that day He realized it's 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 won't 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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