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The way I feel is like a robin |
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whose babes have flown to come no more |
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like a tall oak tree alone and cryin' |
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when the birds have flown and the nest is bare |
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Now a woman Lord is like a young bird |
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and the tall oak tree is a young man's heart |
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among his boughs you'll find her nesting |
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when the nights are cool she's warm and dry |
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Your coat of green it will protect her |
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her wings will grow your love will too |
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But all too soon your mighty branches |
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will cease to hold her and she'll fly from you |
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Now the way I feel is like a robin |
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whose babes have flown to come no more |
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like a tall oak tree alone and cryin' |
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when the birds have flown and the nest is bare |
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when the birds have flown and the nest is bare |
