Singing Tree

I remember the days when music would flow

 like leaves drifting down the stream

And the melody’s would twist and turn and drop,

through eddy’s of harmony

The Summer days were hot

Spring and fall began and ended with a chill

Through the changing seasons

our voices would echo off the hill

How I wish I could be

Where the music first spoke to me

Listen to my daddy’s mandolin

That’s where it all began

On the banks of Alley Spring

In the shade of the singin tree

The tree it still stands alone

The family band is long gone

But I can hear the singin

Still echo in my sleep.

Patterns of my life

That I’ll always keep

No matter how far I’ll be

I’ve got the roots of the singin tree

How I wish I could be

Where the music first spoke to me

Listen to my daddy’s mandolin

That’s where it all began

On the banks of Alley Spring

In the shade of the singin tree