Our Rain Tree

  • 90s pop
  • heartfelt
  • acoustic pop
  • jangly guitar
  • deep male vocals

Our Rain Tree

"change the voice to deep African American rustic and haunting"

Down by the creek in Freshwater town,
Stands a giant, a leafy green crown.
For a hundred years, it's watched us grow,
A silent friend that we all know.

Kids have played beneath its shade,
Secrets whispered, friendships made.
It marks the spot, a living sign,
A part of your story, a part of mine.

Oh, don't you take our big rain tree,
It's more than wood, it's our history.
From Cairns to the world, hear our plea,
Let it stand for all to see, let it be.

The paper notice, cold and white,
Says progress calls, it'll fall by night.
But a piece of our heart would fall there too,
Underneath that sky of blue.

Oh, don't you take our big rain tree,
It's more than wood, it's our history.
From Cairns to the world, hear our plea,
Let it stand for all to see, let it be.

We signed the papers, we made the call,
Hoping the council won't let it fall.
It's our landmark, it's our soul...


Let it be... (let it stand)
Our big rain tree...
Let it be...
For you and me...