The Old Oak Tree
In a meadow by the stream there stood a big oak tree
and now I think of all the things that tree has meant to me
The old tire swing hung from a limb was put up by our dad
and all day long us kids would play and oh' what fun we had
In the shade of that old tree whose limbs are now bent low
is where I met my one true love so many years ago
Was where I got my very first kiss under that old tree
and that old oak stood right there smiling down at me
We are all grown up now but how we loved that old tree
a place of refuge for us all a place where we were free
We all went back the other day to see just one more time
that beautiful tall old oak tree for ever etched in our mind
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
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