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

Through 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 Ooak.