Family Tree

There may come a time when you start looking at something familiar from a new perspective. You may realize that there’s something more than meets the eye. If places could talk, they would have long stories to tell. Someone else has had similar experiences with the same house, field or maybe a cliff. This is a song of past being a part of present, and vice versa. And the rest is our history.

Find below the lyrics of the track and links to a couple of digital services where you can find the song.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2jObM8SAHcBv1mrBc42qhD?si=3283e6dbb1d54aa1

Tidal: https://tidal.com/browse/track/217715408

YouTube:

Lyrics

Something woke me up last night, like something cracking
Roof rocking from the wind made me wary
Had to rise up and check for any damage done

The oak, four hundred years old, still standing
Like it’s been standing with our family line
A fallen branch didn’t do much harm

I’m tending a tree that’s seen the born of nations
In keeping with the work of generations
We have to guard it, not to let it fall
It keeps giving shelter to us all
We all are leaning on a family tree

Climbing up the ancient tree I see the signs of past
They’re some bullet holes and rope burns on one branch
This oak has seen the terrors of the war

I can see a carving from one hundred years ago
Great grand uncle Marvin winning back his love
Their story drove them to the western shore

I’m tending a tree that’s seen the born of nations
In keeping with the work of generations
We have to guard it, not to let it fall
It keeps giving shelter to us all
We all are leaning on a family tree

There was a dreary phase, our farm was going bust
A greedy banker almost made us bite the dust
With devil’s luck we made it through those days

I’m tending a tree that’s seen the born of nations
In keeping with the work of generations
We have to guard it, not to let it fall
It keeps giving shelter to us all
We all are leaning on a family tree

It’s a sunny afternoon, little Judd is here to play
He’s crawling by the tree, sleep is on its way
Yet another one is leaning on that tree