Lyrics by Paul Kamm
If I was and old oak tree
I’d stand beside the deep blue sea
Children would come and climb on me
If I was and old oak tree
And if I was a scraggly vine
I’d be happy all the time
Turning water into wine
If I was a scraggly vine
If I was a tree
I’d stand beside the deep blue sea
If I was a tree
If I was an old oak tree
If I was the howling wind
I’d bang upon your roofs of tin
But the miller’s wheel would be my friend
If I was the howling wind
And if I was the blinding snow
I’d bury everyone I know
But angels in me soon would grow
If I was the blinding snow
If I was the wind
The miller’s wheel would be my friend
If I was the wind
If I was the howling wind
If I was a gambling man
I’d hide the aces in my hand
But many things I’d understand
If I was a gambling man
And if I was the highest hill
Way up there you’d feel a chill
But when you’re gone I’ll be here still
If I was the highest hill
If I was a man
Many things I’d understand
If I was a man
If I was a gambling man
And if I was a tree
I’d stand beside the deep blue sea
If I was a tree
If I was an old oak tree