The old oak-tree still stands
With it's history, and it's old oak-hands
4th of July we spent here, leaning against this oak-tree
We used to imagen that we were completely free
Fireworks, midsummer heat, and freedom cries
We never even cared about being wise
Those days with the summer-rain were the best
Those days weren't like the rest
With our arms stretched out
We used to dance in circles, and shout
The madness of the world never stroke our minds
Our universal soldiers in war, and the lives of the other human kinds
The green leafs changed color with the seasons
Birds flew away with their own reasons
The Black Bird stopped singing it's song
And the cold nights became so long
The days of the Summer were now gone
Now our own damage was done
Eyes are losing it's old glance
This is the end of our slow-dance
Heartache will make our heart sting
Just cut the attached string
Farewells and goodbyes; watery eyes
Kisses of passion; the feeling dies
