The Sycamore Tree

"The Sycamore Tree" by Paul Brandt Album: That's the Truth Transcribed by Alex Legere Intro: (x2) In sticks down an old dirt road near a small Kentucky town When his daddy would come home Out past the old red barn in the sycamore tree Here's where little Zack would go And high above the guilt and pain The only place that he was safe CHORUS: Was high above, in the strong arms of a sycamore tree You could hear a small voice in the wind Saying please; don't let him do that to me Praying to be born again In the sycamore tree Time went on as it always does and his daddy's time had come How it felt was hard to say He often wondered how he'd ever make it through But as they burried him that day - yeah He realized "It's not my fault" And as the leaves began to fall From high above, in the strong arms of a sickamore tree You could hear forgiveness in the wind Sing it out; find the truth and the truth will set you free Broken chains and a heart on the mend Neath the sickamore tree Ou-------- Ou-------- And like an answer to his prayer As he watched his child playin' High above, in the strong arms of a sickamore tree You could hear a small voice in the wind Saying please; daddy won' t you come and play with me In the sickamore tree The sickamore tree Forgiveness will set you free Forgiveness; forgiveness Forgiveness will set you free Forgiveness; forgiveness