Above The Fallen Trees

Song Length 4:33 Genre Folk - Americana


Above The Fallen Trees
©Jeffrey C. Ashbaker 3-9-2020

Summer breeze, winter chill
Family trees, are shooting to kill
Happy daze, the night is calling to you
Evil waves are breaking on through

Indian summer, warming the equinox
And, Dog day thunderstorms lighting the way
Fireflies, rekindle memories
Autumn winds just blow them away
But I can feel the wind blow, I can sense the chill
Call upon the memories, like you know I will
I have seen the forest, shifting with the breeze
Standing in the chaos, above the fallen trees
-Instrument interlude -

Point of view, peer groups and social pages
Tried and true, the dollar will pay
Call a truce, too late for innocence
No excuse, it's the American way

Baby boomers, Father-Time was counting on you
Late bloomers, yeah, long time no see
Laugh or cry, Mother Nature's fantasizing
Live to die, it's a way to be free

--Repeat Chorus--

I'll strum it, you drum it and we'll all sing
Love it or leave it, just believe it, it's the sure thing

-----Repeat Chorus-----
-Tag & Out-

Lyrics Jeff Ashbaker Music Jeff Ashbaker
Producer Jeff Ashbaker Publisher Jeff Ashbaker
Performance Jeff Ashbaker Label Jeff Ashbaker
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