The way I feel is like a robin
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Whose babes have flown to come no more
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A tall oak tree alone and cryin'
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When her 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 like a young man's heart
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Among his boughs you will find her nesting
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When the nights are cool she's warm and dry
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Your coat of green 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 cease to hold her she'll fly from you
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If I'd wings to fly
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I'd follow you
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If you'd wait for me
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I'd fly away
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I'd fly away
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The Way I Feel (In Album The Way I Feel)
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
