A day with a dry weather,
I sat under the old oak tree where we made our promise together.
I looked behind that tree;
in it our names were engraved freely.
The old oak tree where our love begun,
A love so dearly kept, my beautiful swan.
And as the years went by the old oak tree has been my lamp,
A little light to a love I have been waiting to come.
Dear old oak tree, please whisper this to him;
"My love where are you, will I wait or never?"
Old oak tree clash with the wind;
Tell my dear love, "Is this worth waiting?"
Old oak tree, I am in fear;
Maybe he will never come back.
Send thy love to him,
Along with a memory I have beautifully wrapped.
My eyes are filtered with cheer,
In it, there is a well of lonely tears.
You did not make things clear,
The old oak tree witnessed the quick sheer.
Here I am reminiscing about those feelings,
Under the old oak tree those flashbacks, unwinding.
Please remember this tree,
Let this be a reminder of my love to thee.
