Written by Sylvia (First Verse by Billy Rob)
Two centuries it has been there, standing proud and tall,
weathering every storm and refusing to break or fall.
When I gaze upon its beauty, it seems to talk with me,
When I gaze upon its beauty, it seems to talk with me,
telling me old secrets the oak has chanced to see
Through all those years, people have come and gone,
Some of them sitting beneath his branches until dawn
As couples picnic, he hears secrets they share,
Memories left behind, their initials etched with care.
Fondly he remembers a young couple, lovers from years ago
Sitting on a blanket, holding hands, all aglow
When they left, a heart was carved in his trunk
Each time he sees that heart, he remembers their spunk
That old oak tree wears his scars proudly for the world to see
Each one reminds him of how those people loved his tree
And as the years continue to pass, that old oak tree will last
Still standing proud and tall, remembering secrets of the past
Some of them sitting beneath his branches until dawn
As couples picnic, he hears secrets they share,
Memories left behind, their initials etched with care.
Fondly he remembers a young couple, lovers from years ago
Sitting on a blanket, holding hands, all aglow
When they left, a heart was carved in his trunk
Each time he sees that heart, he remembers their spunk
That old oak tree wears his scars proudly for the world to see
Each one reminds him of how those people loved his tree
And as the years continue to pass, that old oak tree will last
Still standing proud and tall, remembering secrets of the past
Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
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