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Lyrics
Mystery Tree
It stood near my granpa’s acres
‘cross the fence line on his ranch
Hollow, crooked, dead and barren
Notches in the lowest branch
And when I went out that summer
Voices whispered low to me
And when red moons rose, spotted owls and crows
Perched upon that mystery tree
Late one night I tried to climb it
And that tree trunk seemed to moan
By the starlight in the meadow
Weeds grew up through mounds of stone
I ran quickly through the high grass
Midnight shadows chasin’ me
Ghostly howlin’ dogs, posses made of fog
Circled that ole mystery tree
Next day granpa chopped and burned that big dead oak
We could hear the four winds chokin’ on the smoke
Then he said a prayer like he’d set somethin’ free
Haunting roots and hollows of that mystery tree
Last July at some museum
Saw an old electric chair
Children laughed and played around it
Like a funhouse at a fair
Suddenly I knew the meaning
Of that childhood memory
And I understood, why granpa burned the wood
Of that cursed mystery tree
©2008 Robert George
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