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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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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 its 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 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 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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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 |
