The Way I Feel

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 his boughs you'll find her nesting

When the nights are cool, she's warm and dry

The coat of green, it will protect her

Her wings will grow, your love will too

But all too soon your mighty branches

Will cease to hold her and she'll fly from you

Had I wings to fly

I would follow you

If you would wait for me

I would fly away

I would fly away