Out there beneath the old oak tree
where little pearching birdies sing,
I let my mind and heart fly free.
Into the wind, a tranquil sea,
my feelings hushed from feathered ring:
out there, beneath the old oak tree.
Then with a gentle lovely plea,
from down below the tranquil spring
I let my mind and heart fly free.
Gliding with peace and nature, thee
little love birds can rest their wing:
Out there, beneath the old oak tree.
I to can rest below this tree,
a gently soft spoken thing.
I let my mind and heart fly free.
Here nature's freedom's dazzled me,
a wolrd without a worried sting.
Out there beneath the old oak tree
I let my mind and heart fly free.
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