"Meet me down by the sycamore tree"
Was the last thing she said to me
So that's where I go at night when I can't sleep
I'll lie in the grass and look up at the sky
As the branches glow in the soft moonlight
In a perfect world she'd be lying next to me
But no one ever said this was a perfect world
And who would ever claim such a thing?
Certainly not me
We'd walk to the tree at the foot of our hill
She'd lie in my arms, silent and still
She was it, if ever I did something right
We'd dream of a world a little more assured
Where they'd find a cause, where they'd find a cure
Where there'd be less uncertainty in the night
But no one ever said this was a perfect world
And who would ever claim such a thing?
Certainly not me
All things in time will pass away
That's the nature of the gift, I'd say
It's the love we leave behind that never dies
"Meet me down by the sycamore tree"
I still hear her voice when I can't sleep
Oh, how I miss her lying right here at my side
But despite all the hurt, this is a beautiful world
And who would ever disagree?
Certainly not me