From the album Always Home

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Standing like a tree with my roots dug down
my branches wide and open
come down the rain, come down the sun, come down the fruit to the heart that is open to be
Standing like a tree

We are the flow, we are the ebb, we are the weavers, we are the web

Written By: Betsy Rose/Arr Ron Kristy
Native prayer blend by Terry Burns