Oak Tree

I love the rain

When it's cold outside

Your steamy window pane

And I, watch you sleep

I know all the naughty little secrets

That you keep

'Cause I am the old oak tree

I love the wind

I know all the savory places that she's been

Sometimes, when it suits me

I spread all my branches

And let the sun pass through me

'Cause I am the old oak tree