Lyrics
Morning stories
Turn a page another day's begun
Silly voices
Bring to life the characters you want
When you smile
It's like my bitter world will be fine for a while
And when you laugh I come alive
I'll be that old oak tree
Who's branches will hold you while you swing
I'll be that mountain peak
That you can stand upon and watch the world beneath
Oh my child oh my child oh my son
Oh my child oh my child you are loved
Freeze frames take me
Back to yesterday when you were small
I will always
Be right there to catch you when you fall
And when you cry
I'll pick you up and hold you close til it's alright
Then when you smile
I come alive
I'll be that old oak tree
Who's branches will hold you while you swing
I'll be that mountain peak
That you can stand upon and watch the world beneath
Oh my child oh my child oh my son
Oh my child oh my child you are loved
And as you grow
You will always have a place to call your home
Beneath the branch of this old oak