The Girl and The Oak Tree

*the girl loves the oak tree
he makes her warm
she counts to three
wish he were in her arm

the oak there in field
belongs to the rain
here the girl to  yield
belongs to the man

the girl and the oak tree
the rain and the man
no..no..no...
the oak tree and the rain
the girl and the man

the oak rotten in the stone
the girl roots the stone
the girl looks at the star
the oak seeks the sun

the girl loves the oak tree once
the oak tree,"love me, ya?"
the girl,"yeah, can't see, lova?"
the oak loves the girl once

and the girl dies in the man arm
the oak cries in the rain, damn