Why do you weep?
Oh, sycamore tree
Do you weep for the people
that we've come to be?
Oh, sycamore tree
do you recall
When we'd all come to play
Under you standing tall?
oh sycamore tree
when mama got mad
we'd run to you
you never made us feel bad
within your branches
adam and jules first kissed
but did you know, Sycamore,
that it'd come to this?
sunny days in your field
turn into cars and cities
no more dirt paths
Sycamore, do you pity?
No more meadow
in which the birds would play
in which field mice scattered
times were happy and gay
No more soft grass
that sunk under your feet
we'd lay and watch clouds
now it drags in defeat
No more cool days
with pattering rain
Whispering children
it's all gone insane
The sun and the sky
have turned cold and grey
child imagination
has wasted away
now we don't visit
you're left quite alone
days on big, southern porches
have turned into phones
we live in the city
we breathe in the fumes
the talk on our 'cells'
our simple lives doomed
we catch yellow taxis
we carry our suitcase
we click-clack on the sidewalks
life is a speeding race
no time for dancing
out in the rain
under your branches
sycamore, we're to blame
we miss you, we need you,
the lessons you taught
the fun, the peace
we felt in our hearts
i visit you, sycamore
you're grown alone, but gay
the years that i've missed you
how i wish to stay
unlike loud buisiness
and catching late trains
like majestic sycamores
some things never change
 
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