We carved our names in the sycamore tree,

You wore your hair like the wind wore the sea.

Barefoot summers, chasing the dusk,

Trading secrets world built on trust

You drew stars on the back of your hand,

Told me the moon was a faraway land.

We built a kingdom from bottle caps and string,

You were the queen of every impossible thing

You said, “Promise me, we’ll never grow old,”

But time has a way of letting go.

Rachie where did you run to?

Are you still dancing where the wildflowers grow?

Rachie I still hear your laugh in the swing-set chains,

Like a ghost in the garden of yesterday’s rain.

Rachie my echo, my firefly light

You flickered away into the night.

Maybe you’re out there chasing the tide,

Or painting the sky on the other side.

But if you remember the sycamore tree,

Know there’s a part of you still here with me.

Rachie, the swing still creaks in the breeze,

Like it’s waiting for you beneath the trees.

I sit where your shadow used to fall,

Whisper your name, but it’s just the call

Of wind through the branches, soft and low

I kept your note in a box by my bed,

Faded ink, but I still hear what you said.

Rachie wherever the wind blew,

I hope it carried you soft and slow.

I still hum our song when the twilight falls,

In the hush of the leaves, I hear your call.

Rachie my echo, my firefly light

You flickered shine bright.

Rachie wherever the wind blew,

I hope it carried you soft and true.

I still hum our song when the twilight falls,

In the hush of the leaves, I hear your call.

Rachie my echo, my firefly light

You flickered away… But you still shine bright.