Текст песни Paul Brandt - The Sycamore Tree
Paul Brandt - The Sycamore Tree слова песни
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 don`t let him do that to me"Prayin` to be born againIn the sycamore treeTime went on as it always does, and his daddy`s time had comeHow he felt was hard to sayHe often wondered how he`d ever make it throughBut as they buried him that dayHe realized it`s 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 free"Broken chains and a heart on the mend`Neath 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 won`t you come and play with me"In the sycamore treeThe sycamore treeForgiveness will set you freeForgiveness, forgivenessForgiveness will set you freeForgiveness, forgiveness