Lyrics:
You're precious to meLike Owen's poetryAnd I wish you wellMy heart of oakWhen you sang Bay of BiscayThe whole world it drifted awayAnd the wind it sighedThrought the hearts of oakI'll always be besideMy heart of oakMy heart of oakYou're precious to meLike Blake's poetryAnd I wish you wellBold hearted oakWith your arms raised open wideSinging to the skiesWhat a mighty soulWith a heart of oakCan't be bought or soldNot the heart of oakMy heart of oakMy heart of oakYou're the keeper of the flameIn a time where so much is at stakeAnd I wish you wellPure hearted oakCan't be bought or soldNot the heart of oakAnd from little acorns growThe mighty oaksMy heart of oakMy heart of oakMy heart of oakAnd from little acorns growThe mighty oaksMy heart of oak