There's a white oak on the hill at my old Clinch Mountain Home That stands straight and true on that windy spur alone And when the cold wind blows it's roots they bend and moan But when the storm has passed it straightens up and goes on
Chorus Lord, let me be like that white oak on the hill And help me to live in your almighty will Help me on my journey, Lord to travel on my own And give me the strength to straighten up and go on
You know the troubles of this life they sometimes get me down And when I look for my friends they're not always around And the good Lord seems to say \"Son, get up and do my will And always remember that old white oak on the hill\"