Time fades away memories of old, casting new light to behold
Springing forth from from depths within are calling like the wind
The tide of surging waves ensue and flood my soul ,I'm anew
Morning light shines so vivid casting her light upon the earth
Beauty unfolding before my eyes as I journey down this path
How the singing of the birds do lift me,reaching now for you
Oh to walk these hills to climb this mountain still,I soar
I am free to be myself my love thou canst expect no more.
You will find me under neath the old oak tree one Sunday morn
Waiting,writing maybe sleeping or dreaming the day away.
Until my dahling,keep loving me,I'll wait beneath our tree.