Story Behind The Song
The passing of an old friend, Blaine Stevens, who was a logger, an educator, a councilman, and a father, husband, grandpa and friend to many
Song Description
How much a life can be like a tree swaying in the breeze, full of branches and leaves and rooted firmly in the ground
| Song Length |
5:13 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Endearing |
Subject |
Existence, Spirituality |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1950 - 1959 |
Lyrics
SOME THINGS WERE JUST MEANT TO BE
©Johnnie A. Lawson May 2005
Now, I'm gonna tell you a story (and it's just a story) But it tells how Blaine chose to live
I see him standing with God and deserving His love, for all he was able to give ...
He stood tall on a hillside, he stood tall in his home
and I believe he even told a few tall tales
He would pray on a Sunday, work like hell on a Monday
and with his family, you know, he never failed.
One day, Blaine said to Mary, "I had a dream"
'bout the most beautiful tree you ever saw
It was five feet across, and believe me, I swear,
it must have been two hundred feet tall
So I grabbed up my chainsaw and I pulled on the rope
and I'll be darn, it was plumb outta gas
So, I threw it down and I ran for the truck
and I picked up my trusty ol' axe
Well, I chopped and I chopped and I chopped and I chopped
I kept on slowly whittling it down
And I could hear that old tree, just a'laughing at me
Planted deep, rooted firm in the ground
So I stopped and I looked at the limbs sprouting out
and branches went every which a'way
And I thought how that tree was a lot like me
then I turned and I just walked away
'Cause some trees were meant to reach for the Heavens
Some trees were meant to sway in the breeze
A home can be made and some provide shade
And some things were just meant to be
I lived my life rooted deep in the ground
I grew limbs full of branches and leaves
I reached for the Heavens, and you were my star
and now it's time that I take my leave
Now, Mary just smiled when he told her
she knew what he said was so true
Life's not what you are given, it's the way that you give
it's the choices and the ones that we choose
Cause some trees were meant to reach for the Heavens
Some trees were meant to sway in the breeze
A home can be made and some provide shade
And some things were just meant to be
Yes, Blaine has reached for the Heavens
and Blaine has swayed with the breeze
He loved, and was loved, by all that he touched
'Cause, some things were just meant to be.