The Root Grows Deep

Words and Music by: Garry Foisy

©2005

 

Down on Phillip road everything seems real fine
Almost like the time I walked there playful as a child
Now that my father's gone and I wander there
Searching out for something near to help me calm the wild

 
When the warm wind blows
It canít help but find
Capturing all of what heís left behind
And the stone wall stands
Built with my fatherís own hands
He made it so strong
So it would last so long
And the maple tree still grows
Nurtured into the front lawn
It leans to remind me
It seems to revive me
And The Root Grows Deep
The Root Grows Deep
 
In the blizzard of 78í I was heading home late
Snow mounds over the entry gate and the driveway packed with three cars
I remember him standing grand with a shovel in his hand
Conquering land that never before had graced upon his yard 
 
When the cold wind blows
It canít help but find
Capturing all of what heís left behind
And the stone wall stands
Built with my fatherís loving hands
Yet made so strong
It lasted so long
And the maple tree still grows
Nurtured into the front lawn
It leans to remind me
How it seems to revive me
And the Root Grows Deep
The Root Grows Deep