Old Oak Tree

Come and see the old oak tree

The north wind is a callin’

Stay awhile ye little child

And hear the old tree’s story

The creek below

It makes things grow

The water be cool and sweet

I’d sit and stay

Ya hear me pray

As the creek cleans me aching feet

Come and see the old oak tree

The north wind is a callin’

Stay awhile ye little child

And hear the old tree’s story

The winds roll by

In the night sky

The icy winter is coming

The autumn winds go

Where we don’t know

As the old oak seems a knowin’

Come and see the old oak tree

The north wind is a callin’

Stay awhile ye little child

And hear the old tree’s story