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