The Way I Feel

The way I feel is like a robin
 whose babes have flown to come no more
 like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'
 when the birds have flown and the nest is bare
 Now a woman Lord is like a young bird
 and the tall oak tree is a young man's heart
 among his boughs you'll find her nesting
 when the nights are cool she's warm and dry
 Your coat of green it will protect her
 her wings will grow your love will too
 But all too soon your mighty branches
 will cease to hold her and she'll fly from you
 Now the way I feel is like a robin
 whose babes have flown to come no more
 like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'
 when the birds have flown and the nest is bare
 when the birds have flown and the nest is bare