Branches

by Anthony Paul McMickle Amateur

SONG LYRICS

This is the story of our family,
an unbroken chain of humanity.
Like an oak, or a willow, or a cotton wood tree,
we spread forth our branches through eternity.

Five Scottish brothers came from over the seas
to start a new life in 1783.
The given names of those men, we can still see,
they’re the names of my father, my brother, and me.

In the lands of New York they each found a wife
where they all had children and carved out a life.
The times, they were hard, but they made it some how,
with unbending intention and the sweat of their brows.

This is the story of my family
An unbroken chain of our history.
Like an oak, or a willow, or a cotton wood tree,
we spread forth our branches for the whole world to see.

Johnny Cash grew up with my Grandma,
she told me of all of the things that they saw,
through the depression, drought, and a great flood
they scratched out a living in the Arkansas mud.

Momma met Daddy when she was 15,
he was bread truck driver, 18 and lean.
That they loved us we never did doubt,
They said following Jesus was what life was about.

Branches are you, branches are me
Time is the wind, that blows through the trees.
Without those before us we would not be,
As I learn of their lives, I see more of me.

These are the stories of our families,
All we become is their legacy.
Like the oak, and the willow and the cotton wood tree,
We spread forth our branches for the whole world to see
We spread forth our branches through eternity.

DESCRIPTION
The song details some the history of one family through time. I had no collaborators.
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