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Free Swinging Soul

	作曲 : Hedges
	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

	zuò qǔ : Hedges
	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