| G | D | Em | B7 |
| I climbed the Redwood | Hill, twas | on a rainy | day |
| C | G | A | D |
To | rise above the | throng and | talk with Mother Nature for a | while |
| G | D | Em | B7 |
She | told me of her | love for the | children in her | trust |
| C | G | A | C | G |
And | of her grave con | cern, for the | likes of | you and me and | us |
| Em | G |
| Crying though she was, she did | speak these tender words |
| C | Am | C | D |
The | things that I | am, | I could not change for any | man |
| G | D | Em | B7 |
I | tried to comfort | her, but | she would not be | stilled |
| C | G | A | C | G |
And | how the rain did | fall, as I | found my way back | down the Redwood | Hill |
| G | D | Em | B7 |
I | tried to comfort | her, but | she would not be | stilled |
| C | G | A | C | G |
I'll | not forget that | day, when | Mother Nature | cried on Redwood | Hill |
| C | G | A | C | G |
I'll | not forget that | day, when | Mother Nature | cried on Redwood | Hill |
Created 2009 Dec 27 14:30
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