I feel God moving in the breeze.
All is quiet and at peace
In the shade of the old oak trees.
When I quiet the noise inside,
I can hear the voice of God.
In that place he speaks to me,
In the shade of the old oak trees.
Life outside is turning fast
I get older with each day.
I need a place where I can pause
In the shade of the old oak trees.
Come now and go with me.
Let's escape this drudgery.
Let's go where life is good
In the shade of the old oak trees.
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