Oak Tree

I love the rain when it's cold outside
Your steamy window pane
And I, watch you sleep
I know all the naughty little secrets
That you keep

'Cause I am the old oak tree

I love the wind
I know all the savory places that she's been
Sometimes, when it suit's me
I spread all my branches
And let the sun pass through me

'Cause I am the old oak tree