When the world gets heavy and the burden too much for me I retreat to that childhood place My grandparents home, I see.
And I am free.
Sometimes I go back to those wonderful years whenever the pain gets too great.
To rest my weary soul awhile up in the tree house, above the back gate.
And I am free.
I remember the long summer days of fun running through fields of grainsand cotton, as far as the eye cou…