The Way I Feel

	Now the way
	I feel little like a robin
	Whose babes have flown to come no more
	Like a tall oak tree alone and crying
	When the babes have flown and the nest is bare
	Now a woman lord is like a young bird
	And the tall oak tree is like a young man’s heart
	Among his boughs you'll find her nesting
	When the nights are cool she’s warm and dry

	Now the way
	I feel little like a robin
	Whose babes have flown to come no more
	Like a tall oak tree alone and crying
	When the babes have flown and the nest is bare
	Now a woman lord is like a young bird
	And the tall oak tree is like a young man' s heart
	Among his boughs you' ll find her nesting
	When the nights are cool she' s warm and dry