Lyrics:
You see me
Underneath the old oak tree
We were right and
They were wrong we're
Staying strong
Cross the murky waters
Fortunes being told
It's a long
Whoa
These are cool birds
I'm really spaced out
Wow!
Woodpecker peckin' on an ol' oak tree
Peck so hard
His Pecker got short
Huh?
What?
sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak
there inside
A little brick house with a black top drive
Big oak tree with our names carved on the side
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
'neath that big oak tree
That's important to me
Always havin' you to hold
Bein' beside you when we grow old
And they'll plant us 'neath that big
So you said aloud
What is the time?
And they set alight
The tired oak tree burnin'
White windows
Comin' after me
Stare into the sky
In hopes
Beneath the oak tree's ancient shade,
Childhood memories softly fade.
Skipping stones in a river's flow,
Whispers of a time long ago.
Sunlit
People in their sunday best
File into that little church below
Sacred music spills outside
I sip my coffee on the porch
Underneath this old oak tree
standing though the paint is cracked and dry
There's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips
so good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that
I wake up, you say, "It's late, love, get back to sleep"
I'm covered by nature and I'm safe now
Underneath this oak tree with you beside me
But
They pretend to terrorize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize
As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
(one,two,one,two,three,four)
Lets climb an oak tree
Spend a hundred and fifty on a shopping spree
There's just too much of the world to see
So just
Follow me down through the woods
To find the old oak tree we stood beneath
To carve a love as deep as we did
Follow me down through the woods
Marvel in the mystery
Monotropa Uniflora overgrown
This side of the oak tree
Idle in the shady grove in late july
Mellifluous symmetry
Palaver with
a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
the shade of an old oak tree Throw away your troubles, dream a dream with me Up a lazy river where the robin's song Wakes up in the mornin', as we roll along
oak tree
[Chorus]
Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be,
Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be.
The old gray mare,
Moody River more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody River your muddy water took my baby's life
Last Saturday evening I came to the old oak tree
know I can't be free
My heart will yearn till I return
Missouri's callin' me
In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
And hear again
a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Hot air hangs like a dead man
From a white oak tree
People sitting on porches
Thinking how things used to be
Dark night
Dark night
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