Old Oak Tree (A Song)

Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
Down where the waters play.
Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
That's where I long to be.

Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
Like the time, sweet Mary and me,
we lay down, neath the old oak tree.
Spring flowers sweet as could be.

(Refrain)

Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
Like the time, Seth and Leigh,
frolicked neath the old oak tree.
We picnicked in the sweet mown hay.

Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
Like the time, bloody as autumn could be,
we lay down, neath the old oak tree.
Chickamauga comrades, still breathing free.

(Refrain)

Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
Like the time, I buried all three.
Sweet Mary, Seth and Leigh,
In winter’s snow cold as could be.

Oh, lay me down neath the old oak tree.
Like the time, spring on the prairie.
Colonel Custer's got hold of me,
Little Bighorn grass, my cover be.

(Refrain)

Oak by Placid Water



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11/20/05