Heart of Oak

You're precious to me Like Owen's poetry And I wish you well My heart of oak When you sang Bay of Biscay The whole world it drifted away And the wind it sighed Throught the hearts of oak I'll always be beside My heart of oak My heart of oak You're precious to me Like Blake's poetry And I wish you well Bold hearted oak With your arms raised open wide Singing to the skies What a mighty soul With a heart of oak Can't be bought or sold Not the heart of oak My heart of oak My heart of oak You're the keeper of the flame In a time where so much is at stake And I wish you well Pure hearted oak Can't be bought or sold Not the heart of oak And from little acorns grow The mighty oaks My heart of oak My heart of oak My heart of oak And from little acorns grow The mighty oaks My heart of oak