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 Oaktree

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