Old oak tree.

Sheep grazing the highlands, cattle on the run, long in love with the days, since life begun

The sound of the rain
Of an old tin roof, gods given glory a sunsets youth

The cool lone breeze on a summers night

The moon in full amongst stars in plight

the wisper of a lover on dampened sheets

The way the river runs
And the city streets

The smiles in the shade of an old oak tree

The crashing waves of the grandest sea

The shells and the sand on naked feet

The memories of recollect the people you meet

The sound of the cricket's just after a Storm

The fireside in winter, safe and warm

the record playing your favourite song

The seasons change, some short, some long

the coming home after being away
The inspiration in every day

The sheep in the highlands, grazing the grass

The cheers to life, raising your glass.