In the sticks down an old dirt road near a small Kentucky town   When his daddy would come home   Out past the old red barn in sycamore tree   Is where little Zach would go   And high above the guilt and pain   The only place that he was safe      Was high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree   You could hear a small voice in the wind   Sayin', "Please don't let him do that to me"   Prayin' to be born again   In the sycamore tree      Time went on as it always does, and his daddy's time had come   How he felt was hard to say   He often wondered how he'd ever make it through   But as they buried him that day   He realized it's not my fault   And as the leaves began to fall      From high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree   You could hear forgiveness in the wind   Singin' out, "Find the truth and the truth will set you free"   Broken chains and a heart on the mend   'Neath the sycamore tree, oh      And like an answer to his praying   As he watched his child playing      High above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree   You could hear a small voice in the wind   Sayin', "Please Daddy won't you come and play with me"   In the sycamore tree   The sycamore tree      Forgiveness will set you free   Forgiveness, forgiveness   Forgiveness will set you free   Forgiveness, forgiveness