Old oak tree
Lyrics
Do not marry O’More, my father did implore
Or an outlaw’s wife you’ll be
With no roof overhead, no feathers for a bed
Just the leaves of an old oak tree
With no roof overhead, no feathers for a bed
Just the leaves of an old oak tree
When I married my love, he swore by stars above
That till death, he’d be true to me
With the stars overhead, the soft earth for a bed
‘neath the leaves of the old oak tree
As I lay side by side, I did count the stars that hide
In the leaves of the old oak tree
But the cruel Saxon foe, a hunting they did go
Till my love, in a snare was he
With a price on his head, he did hang till he was dead
From the bough of an old oak tree
With a price on his head, he did hang till he was dead
From the bough of an old oak tree
Though O’More is no more, his spirit will endure
O’er his grave now the grass grows free
And I bore him a son who is tall and free and young
With the strength of that old oak tree
Yes, I bore him a son who is tall and free and young
With the strength of that old oak tree
