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