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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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