Weary old oak, won't you tell me your stories
Of summertime lovers have come and have gone
Whisper your tales on a rustle of breezes
And I'll lay with my love and listen till dawn

There was a time when your limbs were uplifting
And lovers would swing from morning till night
But now tired old lovers still restless with passion
Are embraced by your sleepy arms until morning's light

It seems like so long now since I layed in your shadow
Kissing my darling so young and so new
And you'd sway back and forth keeping rhythm with the wind's song
You kindled our love and watched as it grew
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