Free Swinging Soul - Michael Hedges
Written by：Michael Hedges
On father's day these branches sway
Like evergreen batons
And I'm climbing up to the rhythm of their song
My vision clears I feel him near
As the summer wind blows
Father please conduct this breeze
Send my free swingin' soul
Searching more into my core
Out on this limb of 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
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
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 up to slide
Through the future they will seek and hide
When they look to me their memory
Will this melody unfold
Father please through these trees
Send my free 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
Where the needles decay
Seeds take hold and I will
'Til I free my swinging soul
Swinging soul
Swinging soul
