The Way I Feel

The way I feel is like a robin

Whose babes have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'

When the birds have flown and the nest is bareNow 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

When the nights are cool, she's warm and dryYour coat of green, it will protect her

Her wings will grow, your love will too

But all too soon, your mighty branches

Will cease to hold her and she'll fly from youNow the way I feel is like a robin

Whose babes have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'