Down by the Sycamore Tree

Was the last thing she said to me So that's where I go at night when I can't sleep I'll lie in the grass and look up at the sky As the branches glow in the soft moonlight In a perfect world she'd be lying next to me But no one ever said this was a perfect world And who would ever claim such a thing? Certainly not me We'd walk to the tree at the foot of our hill She'd lie in my arms, silent and still She was it, if ever I did something right We'd dream of a world a little more assured Where they'd find a cause, where they'd find a cure Where there'd be less uncertainty in the night But no one ever said this was a perfect world And who would ever claim such a thing? Certainly not me All things in time will pass away That's the nature of the gift, I'd say It's the love we leave behind that never dies "Meet me down by the sycamore tree" I still hear her voice when I can't sleep Oh, how I miss her lying right here at my side But despite all the hurt, this is a beautiful world And who would ever disagree? Certainly not me