On father's day
these branches sway
Like evergreen batons
And I'm climbing up
to the rhythm of their song
My vision clear, I feel him near
As the summer wind begins to blow
Father please, conduct this breeze
Send my free swinging soul, swinging soul
Searching more into my core
From out on this limb of my life
To the aging rings, where all things harmonize
Through time I hear muted fears
Too heavy now to hold
Time will teach that voice to sing
Send my free swinging soul, swinging soul
Heaven is all around, translated into sound
The more I hear, the deeper I dig down
I keep digging down
Where the ashes lay
Where the needles decay
Seeds take hold, and I will grow
'Til I free my swinging soul
On father's day, my children play
They're climbing off to sky
And through the future
They will seek and hide
When they look to me from their memory
Will this melody unfold
Through these trees, Father,
Please send my free swinging soul, swinging soul
Heaven is all around, translated to sound
And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down
I keep digging down
Where his ashes lay
And where the needles decay
Seeds take hold, and I will grow
'Til I free my swinging soul
Where his ashes lay
Where the needles decay
Seeds take hold, and I will grow
'Til I free my swinging soul

