The Sycamore Tree

(Paul Brandt/Steve Rosen)
 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 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