The way I feel is like a robin Whose babes have flown to come no more A tall oak tree alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare
Now a woman Lord is like a young bird And the tall oak tree is a young man's heart Among its boughs you'll 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
Now the way I feel is like a robin Whose babes have flown to come no more A tall oak tree alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare When the birds have flown and the nest is bare