Under the Old Oak Tree Songtext
von Silas J Dirge

Here I like to linger
Here I′m not afraid
I let their crooked fingers
Pull me into their shade
Don't you weep for me
When I′m under the old oak tree
I'm digging with my spade
From morning until eave
The branches kindly made
Me a bed of leaves


Don't you weep for me
When I′m under the old oak tree
I lay down and feel the roots
Firmly grip and twine
They only leave my boots
To make for a muddy shrine
Don′t you weep for me
When I'm under the old oak tree
No, don′t you weep for me
When I'm under the old oak tree