Well,
There was something sweet on the air
And I couldn't name it
I'd long walked out on everything
That I'd need
On everything that I'd need
To explain it
I don't have the words,
I left them all
Under the oak tree,
Behind the stone wall
Well,
There was something that you used to say
And I'll never forget it
And it was something
'bout a good man
Being hard to find
Something that could damn me
If I let it
I don't have the patience
To stand
Or to fall
Under the oak tree,
Behind the stone wall
There was something sweet on the air
And I couldn't shake it
And it was something that you and me
used to know real well
Something from way back before
We didn't make it
Just a trick of the breeze,
Made me
Recall
Sitting under the oak tree,
Behind the stone wall
And
There was nothing like the way
That you used to see me
When you'd long given up
On everything
But us
But I won't risk a word now
That could free me
So that's where I'm waiting,
If you care
To call
Meet me under the oak tree,
Behind stone wall