Testo Sycamore Tree

I was just a child thinking childish thoughts

Playing in the streets that watched me grow

Summer left and dark skies came

The nights were cold, and the winds had changed
You wrapped me up in my warmest winter clothes


I was young and blind to the wars that we were in

My mother held a shield across my chest

Time came along and told me nothing will be so easy again

And taught me how bittersweet the world can be


Oh one day when I'm old, with the past behind me

Will you take me back to the days where I was young and free
Oh one day when I'm old, with the past behind me

I wanna lay down in the shade of the same old Sycamore tree


Once I met a man standing by the river bank

Oh his eyes were blue and his hair was jet-black

Falling in love was a mystery that I had been known to doubt

A puzzle that no one could ever figure out


Oh he looked at me in a way, a way I couldn't ignore

And he touched me in a way no one ever had before

Oh I was always afraid, afraid to face the truth

That everyday I moved on further and further from my youth


But that's just the way it is, like a bud turning into a rose

We'll watch it bloom and wilt, it's just the way it goes

Oh it's just the way it is, like a bud turning into a rose

We'll watch it bloom and wilt, it's just the way it goes


Oh one day when I'm old with the past behind me

Will you take me back to the days where I was young and free

Oh one day when I'm old with the past behind me

I wanna lay down in the shade of the same old Sycamore tree