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Our daughter, Norah Rose turned 4 today, so I wrote her a little song...
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REDWOOD TREES
Under my roof and the ceiling , right above the ground
Is the onliest girl behind blue eyes and curls who could bring it all crashing down
I’ve known her for years and I’ve wiped away tears
But I don’t think that I’ve scratched the surface
Everyone thinks they see, but she’s a deep mystery
And no one really knows it, but
Her heart is softer than the warmest summer breeze
And her love is stronger than them ancient Redwood trees
She runs fast and falls hard and folks who don’t know call her ‘wild’
Like anyone could know a girl from a phrase like, ‘the classic middle child’
And stubborn and clumsy, I’m hopeless as can be at learning to love well
But she’s gentle and kisses me, loves and forgives me
When I don’t do so well by
Her heart is fragile and she wears it on her sleeve
And her love is stronger than them ancient Redwood trees
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Her heart is lovely like an old-time melody
And her love is stronger than them ancient Redwood trees
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