The Way I Feel (Alternate Version)

The Way I Feel (Alternate Version) - Fotheringay

The way I feel is like a robin

Whoses birds have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak-tree alone and cryin'

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare

Now a woman lord is like a young bird

And the tall oak-tree is a young man's heart

Among it's branches you'll find her nesting

When the nights are cool she is warm and dry

In leaves of green they will protect her

Her wings will grow your love will too

But all too soon your mighty branches

Will fail to hold her she'll fly from you

The way I feel is like a robin

Whoses birds have flown to come no more

Like a tall oak-tree alone and cryin'

When the birds have flown and the nest is bare