Under The Oak Tree

Take me by the hand now

and show me your world

because mine's getting pretty

dull and blurry

Your shirt's unbuttoned and

tears are flooding down my face.

You leave without a sound

lying there on the ground

making me feel more dejected...

Is there such thing that the sun sets

in the west?

Is it even true that thunder shakes the earth?

Now tell me why your leaving me to one of

the wonders of this world.

Now tell me why I have to live life so differently.

As I walk up these graveyard hills

a lonley oak tree appears

And under that oak tree

Places your grave

It represents the day you left me

and when that funeral rain poured

down upon me.

Why did you have to go?

Why did you leave me already? I'm unwilling to be alone.

Take me by the hand now

and show me your new world

Lift me up high,

And free my soul.