Still Awaiting Under The Oak Tree

Walk across the meadow fresh and greenFeel chilly evening air on your skinSilently walk over the hillThe one with a high old oak tree Watch a fallen star and make a wishThat night winds will cherish I see you walk along the roadThrough sunshine and stormsTo find the right doorHidden once so long ago WatchContinue reading “Still Awaiting Under The Oak Tree”

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