There's two trees in Becky Hill's front yard,
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one big, and one small
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That big oak's been there for ages
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and they planted that willow last fall
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He bought it for their anniversary,
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so they could watch it grow like their love
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Well each day she looks out the window,
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to see it not growing that much.
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And she cries like that weeping willow,
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every time the wind starts to blow
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One of these days she's gonna be strong,
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Strong like the oak.
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Now she hates the thought of leaving,
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she hates to stay,
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but somewhere in her heart she still needs him,
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but not as much as she did yesterday.
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And she cries like that weeping willow,
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every time the wind starts to blow
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One of these days she's gonna be strong,
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Strong like the oak.
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She'll walk out that screen door and hold her hand high,
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won't look back, won't shed a tear
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Right now she's afraid of being alone,
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Oh, but she's been alone for years
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She cries like that weeping willow,
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every time the wind starts to blow
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One of these days, she's gonna be strong,
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Strong like the oak.
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Yeah one of these days, she's gonna be strong,
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Strong as an oak
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Strong As An Oak
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| Rachel Proctor |
