Текст песни True - Page One Project

There's a gnarled old oak tree at the end of the trail
Branches reach all over, it is anything but frail
Green in the summer, dead by late fall
Painted white in winter, in spring, no deadfall
If you look to the west, you'll see Garrison Hill
Jagged and imposing above Benjamin's Rill
Late in the evening, hear a soft moan
Is it just the wind, or a ghost that still roams?
These places hold memories
And each has a view
Someday I'll be forgotten
But they'll still be true
The cabin has been here for 70 years
It's helped make memories, seen laughter and tears
Roof needs some work, door's a bit tight
When I walk through, it feels just right
These places hold memories
And each has a view
Someday I'll be forgotten
But they'll still be true
Summer breezes warm
Cool off in Teal Lake
Around here, no path that I won't take
My father is buried just over that rise
He'd smile and tell me, "Son, always be wise
Hold on to the truth, don't carry a grudge
Always be the jury, never the judge"
These places hold memories
And each has a view
Someday I'll be forgotten
But they'll still be true
These places hold memories
And each has a view
Someday I'll be forgotten
But they'll still be true
Yes, they'll still be true