UNDER AN OAK TREE
Breezy is the day, spring is in the air,
Sunny is the way, a few clouds in the sky.
Sitting by the river, peaceful as can be,
A picnic with you, on a blanket, under an oak tree.
Shady and cool, what a beautiful way to play,
A little music to our ears, this is our day.
Listen to the birds, they sing in the wind,
Butterflies float from here to there.
A time of pleasure, moments without care,
Do you remember a time when this was you,
I remember Springs so long ago, I remember you.