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The Wind In the Willow Tree
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Song was written for my mother after her death. The wind in the willow tree carries her voice.
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We are a local group, but, our music is being played from, literally, coast to coast. We play Country Gospel mostly. We have songs in our repretoire that cros
This is a collection of the songs i have written by the guiding hand of the Lord. All songs are copywrighted and are here for your enjoyment. Good listening and God Bless!! The group I was with is The Kern River Boys based in Bakersfield, Ca.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Traditional Country
Charts
#653 in subgenre Peak #7
Charts
Peak #60
Author
David W Bailey
Rights
2006
Uploaded
May 31, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:48
Story behind the song
Dedicated to my mother who died, and her memory. The wind in the willow tree seems to carry her voice, if I listen real close.
Lyrics
Just inside the cemetary there stands a willow tree. Beneath the sod is my dad's best friend and still a momma to me. I swear sometimes I can hear her voice through the rustling of the leaves. Her soft, yet, strong and gentle voice on the wind in the willow tree. CH... As I stand beneath the brown, green branches that bend, reach for the ground. The rustling of the leaves when the wind is blowing, I hear a familiar sound. On the wind I hear a distant call. It's momma. She's calling me. If I listen real close I can hear her voice on the wind in the willow tree. On the day we liad her body down, God had taken her soul to rest. I was always taught and I believe that God always knows what's best. But, I sure love and miss that woman. She's more than a memory. Cause every now and then I sit and listen to the wind in the willow tree. CH... As I stand beneath the brown, green branches that bend, reach for the ground. The rustling of the leaves when the wind is blowing, I hear a familiar sound. On the wind I hear a distant call. It's momma. She's calling me. If I listen real close I can hear her voice on the wind in the willow tree. And every now and then I sit and listen to the wind in the willow tree. And just outside, in my front yard, there stands a willow tree.
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