The way I feel is like a robin,
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Whoses birds have flown to come no more,
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Like a tall oak-tree, alone and cryin',
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When the birds have flown and the nest is bare.
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Now a woman, Lord, is like a young bird,
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And the tall oak-tree is a young man's heart.
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Among its branches, you'll find her nesting
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When the nights are cool, she is warm and dry.
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In leaves of green they will protect her,
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Her wings will grow, your love will too
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But all too soon your mighty branches
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Will fail to hold her, she'll fly from you.
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(repeat first verse)
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The Way I Feel
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| Sandy Denny |
