Angel Oak, I'm not allowed to climb you
Angel Oak, there are park rangers around
Angel Oak, I've always wished to climb a tree and
I see the way you lay your branches down
Wish I could wander up the ramp of you
And look down
I'd love to stroll on up your branches
But it's not allowed
It's fair and square
I'd never dare to lean on you
Don't have to tell me that I'm not above the law
Unlike the birds, unlike the squirrels
They pass right through
There are advantages to being wild and small
If I could follow the same path they do
Along your boughs
I'd hold my arms straight out for balance
They'd never get me down
Back to the ground
But you're a famous tree
A tree that has a name
And a postcard and a gate
So I'll stay far enough away
that brittle rules will never break
But close enough to dream while I'm awake
Oh, Angel Oak
Angel Oak