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  1. Birches

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Originally released on the album "Birches (songs based on the poetry of Robert Frost)"
Features Marcy Cochran on fiddle
Copyright Doug Alan Wilcox / Wednesday Morning Records / BMI

Lyrics

THERE WAS A BOY
WHOSE ONLY PLAY WAS WHAT HE FOUND ALONE SUMMER, WINTER, HE COULD PLAY ALONE
CLIMBING LOFTY BRANCHES OF HIS
FATHER’S LONELY BIRCH TREES
RIDING BLACKENED BRANCHES ‘TIL HE LAUNCHED CLEAR THROUGH THE AIR AND PLANTED HOME
OH TO LEAVE THE EARTH FOR A LITTLE WHILE
AND THEN COME BACK TO GROUND AND START AGAIN I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT’S LIKELY TO BE BETTER
THAN RIDING ON THE BRANCHES
SWINGING FROM THE LONELY BIRCHES ONCE AGAIN
I KNOW THAT BOY
AND WHEN I’M WEARY OF THE MODERN WORLD AND LIFE IS LIKE A PATHLESS WOOD
I DREAM OF GOING BACK
CLIMBING BLACKENED BRANCHES OF MY FATHER’S LONELY BIRCH TREES
CLIMBING LOFTY BRANCHES TO BE
CRADLED BY THE SKY ON MY WAY HOME

copyright Doug Alan Wilcox / Wednesday Morning Records
inspired the the Robert Frost poem "Birches"