“The Old Oak Tree” – Gina Irish

Come to me at the old oak tree,
Where the ravens dawdle and play.
Come to me at the old oak tree,
When the world has gone black and grey.

Remember there, the old oak tree?
As children we played and laughed.
Remember me, at the old oak tree?
The day I died and left.

Forever, you promised at the old oak tree.
“Forever! Beyond!” you would say.
I cry as I wait at the old oak tree,
For the love lost in a day.

Come back to me at the old oak tree;
The world has lost its shine.
You took your life at the old oak tree,
The same as you also took mine.