The way I feel      

The way  feel is like a robin

who's babes have flown to come no more.

Like a tall old tree alone and cryin'

and the birds have flown and the nest is bare.

Now a woman, Lord, is like a young bird

and the tall old tree is a young man's heart.

Among his boughs you find her nesting

when the nights are cool she is warm and dry.

Your coat of green it will protect her.

Her wings will grow, your love will, too.

But oh too soon your mighty branches

will cease to hold her and she'll fly from you.

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