Out on the edge of Grandpa's field, where the wind whispers low
Stands an old oak tree, strong and proud, a hundred years or so
Seen seasons change, watched lightning dance, felt the summer's heat
Held memories in its gnarled bark, secrets bittersweet

Grandpa used to sit beneath its shade, tell stories of his youth
Of courting Grandma, stealing kisses, promises and truth
Now his rocking chair sits empty there, a weathered, lonely friend
But the oak remembers all he shared, 'til the very end

The old oak tree, a silent friend, through laughter, tears, and time
Witnessed promises whispered soft, beneath its leafy prime
A swing hung high, a tire swing low, childhood dreams took flight
The old oak tree, it's seen it all, bathed in pale moonlight

A silent friend, through laughter, tears, and time
Witnessed promises whispered soft, beneath its leafy prime
A swing hung high, a tire swing low, childhood dreams took flight

The old oak tree, it's seen it all, bathed in pale moonlight
The old oak tree, it's seen it all, bathed in pale moonlight
The old oak tree, it's seen it all, bathed in pale moonlight

Leaves may fall, and branches bend, but its roots run deep and strong
A symbol of resilience, where we all
Leaves may fall, and branches bend, but its roots run deep and strong
A symbol of resilience, where we all belong

A keeper of time, a watchful eye, on this land we hold so dear
The old oak tree, a steady hand, whispering, "Have no fear"
The old oak tree, it's seen it all, bathed in pale moonlight

A keeper of time, a watchful eye, on this land we hold so dear

The old oak tree, a steady hand, whispering, "Have no fear"
The old oak tree, it's seen it all, whispering, "Have no fear"

The old oak tree
The old oak tree