Текст Richard Hawley – 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

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.