I walked through the park and saw a young oak tree growing
Growing beside an old bark hit by lightning
I asked the young tree how he wished to be

He shook his leaves and sung to me:
I'm a strong oak tree like my father used to be
Though deep in my heart, the memory's still there
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair
The world is beautiful and I like it out here

When I hear thunder, I think of my father
He taughtme about life, that was when I was five
It's true that some days are more than grey
But we learn to get by day by day

I'm a strong oak tree like my father used to be
Though deep in my heart, the memory's still there
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair
The world is beautiful and I like it out here