in a field, by a lake, near a town
where nobody seems to come around
you will find a road that goes
where spirits they are often found
be sure to stop by the old oak tree
whose branches bend to the scenery
and linger there for just a little while
before you walk the miracle mile
a covered bridge lies past the crest
some like it best, me, i find it rather odd
many have crossed at cost, thinking they
and they alone have seen the face of God
be sure to stop by the old oak tree
whose branches bend to the scenery
and linger there for just a little while
before you walk the miracle mile
the golden rods and the cat-tail fights, such a sight
the child you were laughs in the dusk
and your mother calls but you can't go
sad you know, but you know you must
be sure to stop by the old oak tree
whose branches bend to the scenery
and linger there for just a little while
before you walk the miracle mile
the miracle mile
words and music by wm.bates
t21music 2011
