Come lay here with me.
Under the shade of the sycamore tree.
Always and forever, shall we be free.
Under no restraint from them.

The way that the clouds shine from above,
as if they had not enough,
rain to hold onto and save for the day,
when the ground becomes thirsty tomorrow.

So sing, I say, unto you,
Sing for the life that you lead.
It matter not, what you do with yourself,
as long as you can say that you lived.

Come and stay with me here,
Over the river's treacherous fears,
Always and forever, shall we be free,
A bridge gaps both of our souls.

So sing, I say, sing for you.
Not for anyone else,
to tell you what to do.

For this road that you lead,
and this life you decide,
is only created.
By your soul inside.