Free Song Lyrics

The old oak tree in the village square,
Has stood for hundred years or more,
Its branches spread like open arms,
To shade the weary and the poor.

The townfolk met beneath its limbs,
For news and gossip分享,
The gossip tree they called it then,
For stories fresh and old.

The children climbed its sturdy trunk,
The lovers carved their names,
The veterans marched beneath its boughs,
With glories won in games.


A lightning strike split its heartwood once,
But still it did survive,
The old oak tree in the village square,
Is the community's soul alive.

Now developers want to cut it down,
For parking and for stores,
But the old oak tree means more than wood,
It's what this village stands for.