Sometimes Blue

Lightning spoke to the wind
The devil's in me today, my friend
Do you see that old oak tree
Down yonder?
Blow like hell
And bring down thunder
And when your raging's through
I'll cut that oak in two

The wind began to moan
The old oak tree began to groan
Thunder roared like hell's own daughter
The air was filled with fire and water
And laughing viciously
Lightning struck that tree

The old oak tree
Began to shudder
But he held his ground
Like some old soldier
His ancient pride
Was burned and shaken
But something deep inside
Did waken
He raised his limbs
Just like Moses
And blossomed roses
He blossomed roses

The sky is clear
The air is clean
The earth is brown
The forest green
The ancient oak
He still is standing
With strength that passes
Understanding
Like dreams
A noble mind composes
He blossomed roses