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It's been four years to the day
Since you up and left this place
They've pulled up your roses
Made your jungle front yard flat and dry
But there's a redwood tree
planted down at the library
and with an air of grace
it's pushin' its way up through the sky

That was the strangest, saddest, drawn out summer
but now the shade under Big Red
it's a July song
a stuck-in-your-head hummer

And I'm gonna sing it to the branches
sing it to the sky
I'd sing it to the sun
but my voice aint that high

Oh the shade of Big Red reminds me
Of your laugh, your melancholy
The greens and the browns
The upwards the downs
Your big protected heart
You wrote about being a kid
And I'm thankful you did
But it's my turn now, and I'm not sure where to start

That was the strangest, saddest, drawn out summer
but now the shade under Big Red
it's a July song
a stuck-in-your-head hummer...

and I'm gonna sing it to the branches
sing it to the sky
I'd sing it to the sun
but my voice aint that high

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from 2005 home recordings, released July 1, 1920

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