The Old Oak Tree/ The Lost DreamLand

Lyrics:

In Lincoln Park there stands an old oak tree Where I carved our names in nineteen eighty-three Our first kiss was under her shade A kiss so sweet the taste would never fade The old oak tree will pretend When the fall comes it is her end Her leaves turn brown wither and fall Til left with none at all Cold winds blow through her barren limbs Days are cut short the world turns dim She rests in peace beneath a blanket of snow Hiding the names carved long ago Raindrops dive to the earth below Splash on the ground her leaves will grow The old oak tree's shadow returns in the spring Bragging of a brand new ring The oak tree stares down at me She knows it's you I long to see My dear old friend whispers a prayer For the one we loved and shared It's a new year It's a new year The old oak tree Came back to me Why can't you be Why can't you be Like the oak tree Come back to me The oak tree stares down at me She's knows it's you I long to see My dear old friend whispers a prayer For the one we loved and shared Instrumental Why can't you be Why can't you be Like the tree

Credits

Lyric Credits: Richard Roman

Music Credits: Rebecca Pinto

Producer Credits: Denis Couture

Performance Credits: Deborah I

Metadata

Song Length: 3:38

Primary Genre: Unique-General

Secondary Genre: New Age-General

Tempo / Feel: Slow (71 - 90)

Lead Vocal: Female Vocal

Mood 1: Miserable

Language: English