The Dogwood Tree

Up in the dogwood tree
I found a piece of serenity
And in my growin' years
I didn't know how sweet that would be

Your pink flowers sang a symphony
On sunny, breezy days especially
And patches of green moss
Would form occasionally

"Do you wish you could fly?"
The branches seem to whisper to me
Yes, I wish I could jump right off and soar
Around my house and through the forest leaves
Just become a bird and live in the dogwood tree

Up in the dogwood tree
I learned how to sit and just be
And in my grown-up years
I wish I had that space to be free

How beautiful the sound you would make
When pieces of your bark I had to break
I wish I had saved some as a keepsake

"Do you wish you could fly?"
The branches seem to whisper to me
Yes, I wish I could jump right off and soar
Around my house and through the forest leaves
Just become a bird and live in the dogwood tree

Little blue kite in my window (up in the dogwood tree)
Always reminds me of home (up in the dogwood tree)
Little blue kite in my window (up in the dogwood tree)
You and the tree remind me that I need
To fly

I still recall the pattern of my steps
What foot went where and which crevice kept
My little body close as I took my post

Now you're still standing in the yard
Another little body works you hard
I hope that same branch holds her like it did me

"Do you wish you could fly?"
The branches seem to whisper to me
Yes, I wish I could jump right off and soar
Around my house and through the forest leaves
Just become a bird and live
Just become a bird and live
Yes I'll become a bird and live in the dogwood tree