Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one

Wondering if I could point to the place

Where we first slept 'neath it's branches

Oh oh



Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys

This one was all things a mansion a fortress

And as we matured it was shade for

The secrets that we passed along



But this oak has grown old wither-wrung

It threatens to fall

Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say



On your tip toes a ten-penny nail jutting high in the bark

Relics of tree houses built and torn down

Places we hid after dark oh

Oh oh



Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground

Where little green soldiers and Indians fought

This is the burial mound of

My youth and my innocence



This oak has grown old wither-wrung

It threatens to fall

Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say



Oh oh oh



Better for us

Better for us

Better for us

Better for us yeah

Better for us

Better for us



Oh oh oh