Paul Brandt - The Sycamore Tree Lyrics
(paul brandt/steve rosen)In the sticks down an old dirt road near a small kentucky townWhen his daddy would come homeOut past the old red barn in sycamore treeIs where little zach would goAnd high above the guilt and painThe only place that he was safeWas high above in the strong arms of the sycamore treeYou could hear a small voice in the windSayin, please dont let him do that to mePrayin to be born againIn the sycamore treeTime went on as it always does, and his daddys time had comeHow he felt was hard to sayHe often wondered how hed ever make it throughBut as they buried him that dayHe realized its not my faultAnd as the leaves began to fallFrom high above in the strong arms of the sycamore treeYou could hear forgiveness in the windSingin out, find the truth and the truth will set you freeBroken chains and a heart on the mendneath the sycamore tree, ohAnd like an answer to his prayingAs he watched his child playingHigh above in the strong arms of the sycamore treeYou could hear a small voice in the windSayin, please daddy wont you come and play with meIn the sycamore treeThe sycamore treeForgiveness will set you freeForgiveness, forgivenessForgiveness will set you freeForgiveness, forgiveness