© 2007 Teddie Cochran
Draped in Spanish moss
In the valley of the sun
Standing on the brazen slope
Where goldenrods are spun
A tree of such grandeur
Soars above the wheat
Swaying and bending
The strength among the meek
It reaches toward the heavens
Whispers in the night
It holds young lovers
In the moon light
It shelters a stranger
From the bitter cold
Blessed is the family
Standing like the oak
There’s a knot in its side
Where honey tends to weep
A symbol of all the times
We struggle, our defeats
Fire and lightning strikes
Scar its weathered cheeks
Swaying and bending
The strength among the meek
It reaches toward the heavens
Whispers in the night
It holds young lovers
In the moon light
It shelters a stranger
From the bitter cold
Blessed is the family
Standing like the oak
It reaches toward the heavens
Like the mighty oak
