Beneath the Old Sycamore - Bao Binh
Years have passed and life has moved on
They stand beneath the old sycamore feeling drawn
Memories of promises carved in bark
In the shadows of the tree she finds a spark
Beneath the old sycamore
Love secrets kept
In the rustling leaves the promises wept
Every branch and every scar
Holds the story of who we are
A face from the past a whisper of regret
In Tom's eyes the pain still set
Apologies whispered under the ancient tree
In the silence they find what they need
Beneath the old sycamore
Love secrets kept
In the rustling leaves the promises wept
Every branch and every scar
Holds the story of who we are
Forgiveness found in the rustling breeze
In the shade of the sycamore hearts find ease
The past is a shadow but the future is bright
Beneath the old sycamore they find the light
Beneath the old sycamore
Love secrets kept
In the rustling leaves the promises wept
Every branch and every scar
Holds the story of who we are
Holds the story of who we are
Holds the story of who we are
Of who we are