Old Oak

Morning stories Turn a page another day's begun Silly voices Bring to life the characters you want When you smile It's like my bitter world will be fine for a while And when you laugh I come alive I'll be that old oak tree Who's branches will hold you while you swing I'll be that mountain peak That you can stand upon and watch the world beneath Oh my child oh my child oh my son Oh my child oh my child you are loved Freeze frames take me Back to yesterday when you were small I will always Be right there to catch you when you fall And when you cry I'll pick you up and hold you close til it's alright Then when you smile I come alive I'll be that old oak tree Who's branches will hold you while you swing I'll be that mountain peak That you can stand upon and watch the world beneath Oh my child oh my child oh my son Oh my child oh my child you are loved And as you grow You will always have a place to call your home Beneath the branch of this old oak