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and you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up
and stand tall like sycamores
sycamore got to grow down to grow up
and you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up
and stand tall like sycamores
sycamore got to grow down to grow up
and the last birds of summer have flown
i'm high as a pine up on sycamore ridge
lonesome and dry as a bone
and the last birds of summer have flown
i'm high as a pine up on sycamore ridge
lonesome and dry as a bone
so do your part just like a man. down where the river bends
with god's help we'll meet again. under the same old sycamore tree
proud of each other in the land of the free. i'll go down to the ocean blue
so do your part just like a man. down where the river bends
with god's help we'll meet again. under the same old sycamore tree
proud of each other in the land of the free. i'll go down to the ocean blue
falling leaves
a sycamore
moonlight in vermont
falling leaves
a sycamore
moonlight in vermont
start
saw the sycamore underneath the moon
i was waiting for something & you were sleeping in the living room
start
saw the sycamore underneath the moon
i was waiting for something & you were sleeping in the living room
like the sky in the morning
like the sycamore trees
everything made of different colours
like the sky in the morning
like the sycamore trees
everything made of different colours
no time to sit and wait
another sycamore tree cause
we got no
no time to sit and wait
another sycamore tree cause
we got no
he's the great provider
balloon stuck in a sycamore tree
outside a giant or a safeway
he's the great provider
balloon stuck in a sycamore tree
outside a giant or a safeway
lay a blanket by the creek
where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
there won't be anyone watching
lay a blanket by the creek
where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
there won't be anyone watching
lay a blanket by the creek
where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
there won't be anyone watching
lay a blanket by the creek
where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
there won't be anyone watching
it's the same old tale that the crow told me
way down yonder by the sycamore tree
it's the same old tale that the crow told me
it's the same old tale that the crow told me
way down yonder by the sycamore tree
it's the same old tale that the crow told me
life and death
scattered 'round the feet of the sycamore
the waiting hands of winter
life and death
scattered 'round the feet of the sycamore
the waiting hands of winter
so no one saw you hide
you heard me treading in the shadows of the sycamore
you turned to me and you said
so no one saw you hide
you heard me treading in the shadows of the sycamore
you turned to me and you said
out where the river runs deep
and the sycamores grow
nobody gotta know
out where the river runs deep
and the sycamores grow
nobody gotta know
out where the river runs deep
and the sycamores grow
nobody gotta know
out where the river runs deep
and the sycamores grow
nobody gotta know
still shinin' bright
through the sycamores for me. the new mown hay
sends all its fragrance. you know 'bout that jazz. from the fields i used to roam. i'm a yankee myself. when i dream about the moonlight on the wabash
still shinin' bright
through the sycamores for me. the new mown hay
sends all its fragrance. you know 'bout that jazz. from the fields i used to roam. i'm a yankee myself. when i dream about the moonlight on the wabash
pennies in a stream
falling leaves a sycamore
moonlight in vermont
pennies in a stream
falling leaves a sycamore
moonlight in vermont
pennies in a stream
falling leaves a sycamore
moonlight in vermont
pennies in a stream
falling leaves a sycamore
moonlight in vermont
you ought to think twice
do it once riding on sycamore
ain't for me anymore
you ought to think twice
do it once riding on sycamore
ain't for me anymore
ashes blow away
twisted branch of an aging sycamore
spider veins across its leaves
ashes blow away
twisted branch of an aging sycamore
spider veins across its leaves