4 June 2012
I stand by the old oak tree In the pouring rain Wondering why I am alone And how to cope with pain
You can't tell my tears From the rain upon my face I idle not knowing what to do Lingering in our place
Where we met, one day We bumped into each other You gradually progressed from A stranger to a lover
We kissed... Slowly... passionately Filled with longing and hope We dreamed one day of freedom When we could truly elope
But I, I was the strange child The one who didn't fit in The whole town was against me Said I was full of sin
When you live in a small place On you every eye turns If you are their latest topic Gossip so hot, it burns
We walked together everyday Took a boat out on the lake Watched blossom falling in the spring In winter the silent snowflake
The long summer days passed by Too quickly in your arms The whole town was oblivious Scared of witchcraft and charms
They never dared near my family But why I do not know They were afraid that we were cursed Too fearful to say hello
Occasionally the lake froze When gripped in winters midst So we walked upon the solid ice And there we stood and kissed
No one knew or cared too much They left us to it, alone We carefully planned our escape How we would leave our homes
Reckless, fearless, running free That is how I wish we stayed Lying entwined, deeply in love In the oak trees shade
One night, I couldn't get away Couldn't meet you, my darling I didn't know anything had happened Until the crowds showed up snarling
They pounded on my door Demanding I be tried For the loss of you, my sweet Oh, how bitterly I cried!
My heart grew cold like the ice That you had fallen through Numb to all but misery and loss When I learned of you
They pointed the finger at me Screaming that I was to blame Baying for my blood As I sobbed, whispering your name
They bundled me into a cell I knew I'd never leave But it allowed me chance to wallow In my sorrow and grieve
Each day I spend trapped here I'm instead stood at our oak Thinking of every moment we spent And remembering how you spoke
The dreams of times gone by Allow me to pine and pray Wishing I could touch your lips Until my dying day
You should have just gone home! I couldn't come to see You in your radiant beautiful state Really, it should have been me!
You were the one with far to go My beautiful angel, my star One day I promise we'll be together I'll come to where you are
I.Sparrow
Our Old Oak • Opuss № I