The Old Oak Tree Of Time

Beneath the old oak tree of time,
a picnic for two and a bottle of wine,
how i do wish that you were mine,
i sit and daydream of a life together,
just you and me forever,

Beneath the old oak tree of time,
i sit here and make up this rhyme,
holding hands and walking together,
declaring love for one another,
how i wish i was your lover.

Time does stand still,
beneath the old oak tree of time,
god how i wish you were mine,
but life moves on, and you are gone,
just a picnic for two and a bottle of wine,
remains beneath that old oak tree of time.