Murmurs Of The Sycacamore Trees Lyrics

I want to sit outside and listen to the murmurs of the sycamore trees.

Nothing in the world is bothersome to me,

Enjoying the stories from the wind, of what my life could have been traveling through the seasons with bearded cherub cheeks.

Yeah let's go.

Let's sit outside for a while,

Let's sit in the porch and listen to the wind hum,

Let's try and listen to the sycamore trees,

I heard they where telling secret s of the past, but not what's up ahead, yeah,

You can always connect the dots to the past, but never the present.

I'm not unwrapping gifts, I'm just living in the moment,

I can still hear banjos being plucked in my lineage,

People dancing on the porch for some fun.

The Appalachian roots of my family tree are sprouting a new,

& this gives some rebirth to what completes me.

Just the sounds of the crickets being proud.

Waiting for the fall to be around.

Getting back to what means something in this life.

Just a few years to pass the time.

Clocks slowly click by,

I'm only a vessel to the end of my own ride.