There was a tall oak tree,
That loved a babbling brook,
And the babbling brook,
Loved the mountain high.

And the mountain high,
Loved the sky above,
The Creator looked down,
And saw everything was Love, love, love.

No, he took a bone,
And a piece of mud,
He made a man and a woman,
To be flesh and blood.

And then along came the Devil,
Up out of the ground,
He tempted woman and,
That spread sin all around, All around, all around.

If she'd left that apple,
On the apple tree,
There'd be no tears or sorrow,
We'd live eternally.

And then along came Man,
To burn the oak tree down,
And now the babbling brook,
Is a solid ground.

And the mountain high,
Don't stand so high,
And there's a cloud of smoke,
That covers up the clear blue sky.

There was a tall oak tree,
There was a tall oak tree,
There was a tall oak tree.