Now a woman Lord, is like a young bird
And the tall oak tree is a young man's heart
Among its boughs you find her nesting
Now the way I feel is like a robin
Will cease to hold her and she'll fly from you
When the nights are cool, she's warm and dry
Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'
Whose babes have flown to come no more
Your coat of green, it will protect her
But all too soon, your mighty branches
When the birds have flown and the nest is bare
Her wings will grow, your love will too
