The Great Oak Tree

At the edge of the woods I stand incomplete I see in the dark You staring at me The father, he cried Oh son, let it be With words out of me I said set it free Willow hold cause your oak is strong With the voices of the angles song Stand before the great oak tree, and Spread your wings and let them sing Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh the breeze How it howled With the sounds of the trees The words that I said Consumed in the freeze With cold Like a song To hard for me to sing I fell To the ground And I begged on my knees Willow hold cause your oak is strong With the voices of the angles song Stand before the great oak tree, and Spread your wings and let them sing Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh