The way I feel is like a robin Whose babes have flown to come no more A tall oak tree alone and cryin' When her birds have flown and the nest is bare Now a woman lord is like a young bird And the tall oak tree is like a young man's heart Among his boughs you will find her nesting When the nights are cool she's warm and dry
Your coat of green will protect her Her wings will grow your love will too But all too soon your mighty branches Will cease to hold her she'll fly from you
If I'd wings to fly I'd follow you If you'd wait for me I'd fly away I'd fly away
