The Oak Tree

Underneath the oak tree,
Where lazy rivers flow,
And doves fly free and happy,
Reveling in loves glow,

Where mighty warriors have fallen,
And met an early grave,
Where innocents where sacrificed,
With souls we cannot save.

Underneath the oak tree,
Where many a child were born,
And lovers meet and part,
And many hearts where torn.

The oak tree watched it all,
And heard all that was said,
Many a promise made,
Many a maiden fled,

The oak tree loved each story,
When mortal tales unrolled,
He watched and he guided,
While all where bought and sold.

The oak tree now stands lonely,
In winters cold harsh hand,
Yet when again spring arrives,
And reclaims all the frosty land.

Lovers will meet again,
Children will laugh and play,
And the oak tree will watch it all,
But never have his say.