UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE

Here I like to linger
Here I'm not afraid
I let their crooked fingers
Pull me into their shade

Don't you weep for me
When I'm under the old oak tree

I'm digging with my spade
From morning until eave
The branches kindly made
Me a bed of leaves

Don't you weep for me
When I'm under the old oak tree

I lay down and feel the roots
Firmly grip and twine
They only leave my boots
To make for a muddy shrine

Don't you weep for me
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