The Live Oak Tree

Written for: Just For You (1952)
Lyric: Leo Robin
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1952
Original publisher: Famous Music Corporation

Verse:

"A book of verses underneath the bough,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou,"
That's a Persian version of the kind of excursion
I'd enjoy with you right now.
The book of verses never would be read,
And we could do without a loaf of bread;
And it would suit me fine
Without the jug of wine,
If I got a little love instead.

Chorus 1:

When I'm with you and you're with me,
It's great to be alive beneath the live oak tree.
When I'm with you and you're with me,
If you'll excuse a hokey joke
Beneath the oak, it's okey-doke.
And this, my dear, is also true,
It's great to be alone when I'm alone with you.
We climb a hill to the very top,
Where it's all so still that you can hear an acorn drop.
The whole day through, we're on our own,
With only Mother Nature for a chaperone,
The birds supply the music and we have a ball,
And it's all for free,
When I'm with you and you're with me,
And we're beneath the live oak tree.

Chorus 2 (from sheet music):

When I'm with you and you're with me,
It's great to be alive beneath the live oak tree.
When I'm with you and you're with me,
If you'll excuse a hokey joke
Beneath the oak, it's okey-doke.
And this, my dear, is also true,
It's great to be alone when I'm alone with you.
We climb a hill to the very top,
Where it's all so still that you can hear an acorn drop.
The whole day through, we're on our own,
With only Mother Nature for a chaperone,
We're in a spot to have a lot of good, clean fun,
Where no one can see;
When I'm with you and you're with me,
And we're beneath the live oak tree.

Chorus 2 (from movie):

When I'm with you and you're with me,
I know that sign, got it from the bumblebee (yup)
Acccordin' to the bumblebee, 
It's sweeter than a hive beneath the live oak tree.
When I'm with you and you're with me,
It's wonderful, it's glorious,
In fact, it's hunky-doreyous,
We're up among the rocks and rills
And we can be as happy as the daffodils.
We're high all day, high above the town,
What a lovely way to watch the settin' sun go down.
As one by one the stars peep through,
We might be interrupted if the owl says "who,"
And ev'ry little star is like a private-eye
Snoopin' silently,
When I'm with you and you're with me,
And I'm with you and you're with me,
And we're beneath the live oak tree.
When you're with me and we're beneath the live oak tree.