Heart of Oak - Richard Hawley

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