Lyrics

I can still hear her call me from that porch...

Always knew that someday, I'd carry her home...

I wonder, "can she hear me?" I wonder if she hears my voice.

I hear her calling in the wind. I want to run to her again.

The rain comes pouring down, those old familiar sounds

Whispers in the breeze.

And so you have found me where the trees touch Jesus feet.

I hear her calling in the wind. I want to run to her again.

I wish you knew all the things that these trees could tell.

Always in my head like an echo in the old well.

They come to life when I'm out on the front porch.

I keep them close, so very close to my heart.

I feel alive like a kid in a dirt pile.

See the smoke, feel the rain, hum a song that she sang.

Cold like a winter wind and warm like a wood stove.

I wish I would have stayed a few minutes more.

I hear her calling in the wind. I want to run to her again.

I want to play there again and hear her voice call in the wind.

Where the memories are sweet and the trees touch Jesus' feet.

Where the trees touch Jesus feet.

I can still hear her call me from that porch...