The way I feel is like a robin
who's babes have flown
to come no more!
Like a tall oak tree
alone and crying
when the birds have flown
and a nest is bare.
Now the woman - Lord!
Is like a young bird
and a tall oak tree
is a young man`s heart.
Among it's boughs
you find a nesting.
When the nights are cool
she is warm and dry!
You're cold her clean
it'll will protect her.
Her wings will grow
your love will
too.
When older soon
your mighty branches
will seize to hold her
and she'll fly from you.
The way I feel is like a robin
who`s babes have flown...
who's babes have flown
to come no more!
Like a tall oak tree
alone and crying
when the birds have flown
and a nest is bare.
Now the woman - Lord!
Is like a young bird
and a tall oak tree
is a young man`s heart.
Among it's boughs
you find a nesting.
When the nights are cool
she is warm and dry!
You're cold her clean
it'll will protect her.
Her wings will grow
your love will
too.
When older soon
your mighty branches
will seize to hold her
and she'll fly from you.
The way I feel is like a robin
who`s babes have flown...