Again and again
We always sat under
This oak tree
Filled with the bittersweet memories
Of our past selves
I still sit
Under the great oak
I sit there now, singing
About the memories
That haunt me
Those memories I hold onto
Dearly, my lifeline
Listening to the leaves falling
As the weather grows cold
I still think of you
I always did
I always do
I always will
You are not a ghost
But a whisper
A distant memory that I long for
I still sing
Under the great oak
Though not of happiness
And of love
Anymore
I still harmonize
Under the great oak
Though not with your voice
And your laughs
Anymore
Being under this oak
Is now just a painful reminder
Of what we were
And what we did
Again and again
I still wish
Under the great oak
That we could run away together
I still sing
With the whispers
And the song of the autumn leaves
Again and again
Under our great oak
