| Song | Free Swinging Soul |
| Artist | Michael Hedges |
| Album | Torched |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hedges | |
| On father's day, these branches sway | |
| Like evergreen batons | |
| And I'm climbing up to the rhythm of their song | |
| My vision clears; I feel him near | |
| As the summer wind begins to blows | |
| Father please conduct this breeze | |
| Send my free swingin' soul, swingin' soul | |
| Searching more into my core | |
| From out on this limb of life | |
| To the aging rings where all things harmonize | |
| Through time I hear muted fears | |
| Too heavy now to hold | |
| Time will teach that voice to sing | |
| Send my free swinging soul, swingin' soul | |
| Heaven is all around, translated to sound | |
| And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down | |
| I keep digging down | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| Where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| 'Til I free my swinging soul | |
| On father's day my children play | |
| They're climbing up to slide | |
| And through the future they will seek and hide | |
| And when they look to me from their memory | |
| Will this melody unfold? | |
| Through these trees, father please | |
| Send my free swinging soul | |
| Heaven is all around, translated to sound | |
| And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down | |
| I keep digging down | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| And where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| 'Til I free my swinging soul | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| Where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| 'Til I free my swinging soul |
| zuo qu : Hedges | |
| On father' s day, these branches sway | |
| Like evergreen batons | |
| And I' m climbing up to the rhythm of their song | |
| My vision clears I feel him near | |
| As the summer wind begins to blows | |
| Father please conduct this breeze | |
| Send my free swingin' soul, swingin' soul | |
| Searching more into my core | |
| From out on this limb of life | |
| To the aging rings where all things harmonize | |
| Through time I hear muted fears | |
| Too heavy now to hold | |
| Time will teach that voice to sing | |
| Send my free swinging soul, swingin' soul | |
| Heaven is all around, translated to sound | |
| And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down | |
| I keep digging down | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| Where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| ' Til I free my swinging soul | |
| On father' s day my children play | |
| They' re climbing up to slide | |
| And through the future they will seek and hide | |
| And when they look to me from their memory | |
| Will this melody unfold? | |
| Through these trees, father please | |
| Send my free swinging soul | |
| Heaven is all around, translated to sound | |
| And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down | |
| I keep digging down | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| And where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| ' Til I free my swinging soul | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| Where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| ' Til I free my swinging soul |
| zuò qǔ : Hedges | |
| On father' s day, these branches sway | |
| Like evergreen batons | |
| And I' m climbing up to the rhythm of their song | |
| My vision clears I feel him near | |
| As the summer wind begins to blows | |
| Father please conduct this breeze | |
| Send my free swingin' soul, swingin' soul | |
| Searching more into my core | |
| From out on this limb of life | |
| To the aging rings where all things harmonize | |
| Through time I hear muted fears | |
| Too heavy now to hold | |
| Time will teach that voice to sing | |
| Send my free swinging soul, swingin' soul | |
| Heaven is all around, translated to sound | |
| And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down | |
| I keep digging down | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| Where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| ' Til I free my swinging soul | |
| On father' s day my children play | |
| They' re climbing up to slide | |
| And through the future they will seek and hide | |
| And when they look to me from their memory | |
| Will this melody unfold? | |
| Through these trees, father please | |
| Send my free swinging soul | |
| Heaven is all around, translated to sound | |
| And the more I hear, the deeper I dig down | |
| I keep digging down | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| And where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| ' Til I free my swinging soul | |
| Where his ashes lay | |
| Where the needles decay | |
| Seeds take hold, and I will grow | |
| ' Til I free my swinging soul |