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