Lyrics Paul Brandt – The Sycamore Tree
Text:
In the sticks down an old dirt road in a small Kentucky town
When his daddy would come home
Out past the old dirt road in a sycamore tree
It is where little Zack would go
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»
In the sycamore tree
Time when 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 even make it through
But as he 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»
In the sycamore tree
And like answer to his praying
As he watched his child playin’
High above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
You could hear a small voice in the wind
Sayin’, «Daddy won’t you come and play with me»
In the sycamore tree
The sycamore tree
Forgiveness with set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness,