I sit under the big oak tree,
On top of the meadow hill.
Hearing the wind sing so beautifully,
And everything around me so still.
Occasionally a bird will fly by,
The clouds floating in the breeze.
The sun so bright, and high in the sky,
The sweet little buzz of the bees.
I love to sit under my big oak tree,
On top of the meadow hill.
Where I can feel completely free,
And the earth around me so still.
