Paul Brandt - The Sycamore Tree

Paul Brandt

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 a 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

Mirror lyrics:

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

The sycamore tree
In the sycamore tree
Sayin', "Please Daddy won't you come and play with me"
You could hear a small voice in the wind
High above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
As he watched his child playing
And like an answer to his praying

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

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

In the sycamore tree
Prayin' to be born again
Sayin', "Please don't let him do that to me"
You could hear a small voice in the wind
Was high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree

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

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