Free Swinging Soul (1994 Concert)

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 begins to blows
Father please conduct this breeze
Send my free swingin' soul, swingin' soul

Searching more into my core
From 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, swingin' 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
And through the future they will seek and hide
And when they look to me from their memory
Will this melody unfold?
Through these trees, father please
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
And where the needles decay
Seeds take hold, and I will grow
'Til I free my swinging soul

Where his ashes lay
Where the needles decay
Seeds take hold, and I will grow
'Til I free my swinging soul