Oakholm Farms

There's a place tucked back where the pines grow tall A spot on the map, the heart of it all Where Babe and Christina built their dream Oakholm Farm, like a country scene Kids run wild, Noah, Reya, and El With dirt on their boots and stories to tell Willow the cow, and her calf Wilfred too With donkeys and chickens, and an IPA brew Down at Oakholm Farm, where the barley grows Where the goats and the donkeys put on a show Ain't no place I'd rather be Than down at the farm with the whole family With Willow the cow, Wilfred by her side And a cold IPA on a Saturday night Now the taps are flowin' with hops so fine Babe brews up magic, one pour at a time Christina keeps it all runnin' smooth With Reya, Eliana, and Noah in the groove The goats bleat loud, the chickens roam Wilfred's kicking up dust like he owns the home Even the cat's got a job to do Catchin' mice near the barrels while we drink a few Down at Oakholm Farm, where the barley grows Where the goats and the donkeys put on a show Ain't no place I'd rather be Than down at the farm with the whole family With Willow the cow, Wilfred by her side And a cold IPA on a Saturday night Oh, the sun sinks low on fields of green With laughter and love in every scene From the kids to the critters, we raise a glass To Oakholm Farm, may these moments last Down at Oakholm Farm, where the barley grows Where the goats and the donkeys put on a show Ain't no place I'd rather be Than down at the farm with the whole family With Willow the cow, Wilfred by her side And a cold IPA on a Saturday night Yeah, Oakholm Farm, a place so true Where the brews are cold and the skies are blue Babe and Christina made a life so fine With Oakholm magic in every line