The Old Oak Tree by Jonathan Schwartz

Lyrics:

When the first seeds were sown,
The days were long and simple,
When the sun came on strong,
The clouds would feed it sprinkles,
And all the little people found shade beneath the leaves,
They would carve their names and play love games,
On that old oak tree.

When the wild winds they howled,
The branches they were sighing,
And the lightning that would strike,
You could hear the willows crying,
it stood up and steady
Adding rings so patiently,
Through the stormiest of seasons,
Stood the old oak tree.

Still it grows from the roots below
and the winds of change will blow.

When the lumberjack’s in town,
All the world gets hard and hollow,
Just a stump on the ground,
No more squirrels to follow,
But just look beneath the grass,
The roots still run as deep,
The connection's there forever,
With that old oak tree.

Still it grows from the roots below,
The winds of change will blow, we know,
Still that old oak tree grows.

Jonathan Schwartz - 2024