The Way I Feel (Alternate Version)

The way I feel is like a robin

Whose birds have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak tree, alone and crying

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare

A woman, Lord, is like a young bird

And the tall oak tree is a young man's heart

Among its branches, you'll find her nesting

When the nights are cool, she is warm and dry

In leaves of green, they will protect her

Her wings will grow, your love will too

But all too soon, your mighty branches

Will fail to hold her, she'll fly from you

The way I feel is like a robin

Whose birds have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak tree, alone and crying

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare