Sitting under This Tree
On a Warm June Day
I reminisce on my life
In each and every way
I come to a Forked Road
It's split by an even path
Which one to choose?
Oh, Which one is gleeful and glad?
So far on My Journey
I have not turned my head back The Other Way
Moving forward and learning
I would not have it any other
No Way!
Way!
Yeah!
Way!
Ooo Ooo Oooh
I realize now
I am where I need to be
My name is Joe
Oh, Joe Motte!
I am my parents son
But I'm also my own man
With this advantage in music
It's a Bird in The Hand
It's a Bird in The Hand
It's a Bird in The Hand!