I sit high in a tree stand
if I was a child again
I would climb these old tree limbs
and never tire of being here
now I am old
as I sit here on my redwood deck
up high in the trees ~ so high
I can touch the sky!
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I sit high in a tree stand
if I was a child again
I would climb these old tree limbs
and never tire of being here
now I am old
as I sit here on my redwood deck
up high in the trees ~ so high
I can touch the sky!