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of a believed in pine
Looming out oak
Of rugs and love candles
When at once it spoke

Rotting red glow knows
A light flesh of folk
You and fireplace

Oh, lonely

O Waly, Waly, for voice & piano (Folk Songs, Vol. III)

Sarah Brightman

The Trees They Grow So High

1988

O, down in the meadows the other day,
A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay,
A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can

And you're shining as a sun in the sky
Or red rise flare
Through all my aching and the crushing of tides
What was left unsaid

And there you are
In the old oak

under the old oak trees

Evening comes the sky turns red
Supper's on the table and the kids are all fed
Sit by the fire not a word's said
Feel the peace

scent killer
cnd Red Man Chew
This flask may be my last
So it's bottoms up 
I positioned myself downwind
Can't believe I'm here again
But for now I'm

Never been much on a 2 lane highway
I grew up riding them red dirt roads
Flyin’ right past the city limit signs, where I’m headed man I don’t know

I'll Take Love Over Money

Aaron Tippin

Stars & Stripes

2002

greatest wine
Served in a crystal glass, alone

Or, would you rather have a Big Mac
An order of fries, a cherry pie
Underneath a big oak tree
Sitting

Popping on the scene in my cherry skylark
My red beam don’t care who you are
Imma cause a scene I don’t care if we on Bart 
My whole whole team gone

Where does the WIND arise
That rattles in our ears?
Where does the WIND arise
That blows sand in our eye?
A tethered ram dies
The bloody red Death

Girl we’ve been together for a good while now
Been acting our age been settling down
Bought a little red brick, north side of town
Finally got what

dollar suits talking reds and whites
Hope this bar’s got something fit for drinking
I heard a whisper behind me saying he’s sure out of place
I turned

Headstones and land mines
Flowers and red wines
They buy you nice things
And they sing pretty songs
But it doesn't help

Oak trees and dirt piles

heavy thoughts 
I've wondered if I'd lose myself
Or if I'd get across

But under this old majestic oak
my wounds are starting to heal
Nothing can hurt me

light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches

O'er the water floating, flying
Something in the hazy

10 cold I'm 10 toes
Stayed down My brim low
Eyes red Cuz a nigga smoke
Caught a flight out to west oak
Shawty choking from the deep stroke
Little

features,
Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches.

O'er the water floating, flying,

of grain,
Where the wildflowers bloom and the old oak trees remain
I'll trade city lights for fireflies, and highways for dirt roads,
In this land of open

Bow to violet twilight sycamore, red as blood are the hands of the oak

I could crawl at your feet as a beggar
Nothing will temper the hellhound call

here
Bobber on the water off an old oak pier
Gotta be somethin' in the red dirt air, man I swear
Ain't felt this good in a while
Hearing that old freight

The BloodRed Sky
The forest is him
Whispers are old
The ancient Oak
Between the many realms of them all

The eye
Of the Hunter King
You can feel

to have these years

The oaks past the home we climbed
To find out, to know
And I still hold to the rope

Every father dreads of the day
His girl discovers

babe my babe she can walk 
Well my babe my babe she can walk 
I kissed her by the old oak tree 
She means that much to me 

And lord I'm gone 

My babe,

every part
Their culture runs deep, like the roots of an oak
In the land of the red man, where dreams never choke
Oh, Oklahoma, where the buffalo roam

Sitting on the stump of my old oak tree
Before it fell it was my gateway to history
All of the past happened so fast, used to say to me
Stop