<First version from first album>
The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more,
Like 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 will find her nesting.
When the nights are cool, she is warm and dry.
Your coat of green, it will protect her.
Her wings will grow, your love will too.
But all to 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,
Like 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.
<Remake from second album>
[Same first three verses, but instead of repeating the first verse, he sings this new verse.]
Had I wings to fly,
I would follow you.
If you would wait for me,
I would fly away.
I would fly away.