Under The Old Oak Tree
 
When we were young playing
under the old oak tree,
We planned our futures
as far as the eye could see.
Our first mud pies were made
under the old oak tree,
We would give the first bite
up so freely.
We kissed our first boy
under the old oak tree,
Those tender moments flash
back to me.
As sisters we grew up under
the old oak tree,
We predicted the future about
what we would be.
I was gonna be a singer, and
you my manager,
To hear me sing now you'd
shut me up for sure.
How I miss those precious
moments just you and me,
Re-living those moments
under the old oak tree.
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