I was just a child thinking childish thoughts
Playing in the streets that watched me grow
Summer left and dark skies came
The nights were cold, and the winds had changed
You wrapped me up in my warmest winter clothes

I was young and blind to the wars that we were in
My mother held a shield across my chest
Time came along and told me nothing will be so easy again
And taught me how bittersweet the world can be

Oh one day when I'm old, with the past behind me
Will you take me back to the days where I was young and free
Oh one day when I'm old, with the past behind me
I wanna lay down in the shade of the same old Sycamore tree

Once I met a man standing by the river bank
Oh his eyes were blue and his hair was jet-black
Falling in love was a mystery that I had been known to doubt
A puzzle that no one could ever figure out

Oh he looked at me in a way, a way I couldn't ignore
And he touched me in a way no one ever had before
Oh I was always afraid, afraid to face the truth
That everyday I moved on further and further from my youth

But that's just the way it is, like a bud turning into a rose
We'll watch it bloom and wilt, it's just the way it goes
Oh it's just the way it is, like a bud turning into a rose
We'll watch it bloom and wilt, it's just the way it goes

Oh one day when I'm old with the past behind me
Will you take me back to the days where I was young and free
Oh one day when I'm old with the past behind me
I wanna lay down in the shade of the same old Sycamore tree


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Sycamore Tree song meanings
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