Richard Hawley - Heart of oak

You're ^Dprecious to me, like O^Bmwen's poetry And I ^Gwish you well, my H^Deart of Oak When you sa^Dng Bay of Biscay The whole ^Bmworld it drifted away And the w^Gind it sighed Through the h^Dearts of oak I'll al^Gways be beside my Hear^Dt of Oak^{D D/A D G Em} My H^Deart of Oak ^{D D/A D G Em} You're ^Dprecious to me, like B^Bmlake's poetry And I w^Gish you well, bold h^Dearted Oak With yo^Dur arms raised open wide ^BmSinging to the skies What a m^Gighty soul, with a hear^Dt of oak Can't be bo^Gught or sold, not the ^Dheart of oak ^{D D/A D G Em} My H^Deart of Oak, ^{D D/A D G Em} my ^DHeart of Oak ^{D D/A D G Em} You're^D the keeper of the flame In a t^Bmime where so much is at stake And I ^Gwish you well, pure h^Dearted oak Can’t be ^Gbought or sold, not the h^Deart of oak ^{D D/A D G Em} And from little ^Gacorns g^Emrow the ^Dmighty oaks ^{D D/A D G Em} my H^Deart of Oak,^{D D/A D G Em} my H^Deart of Oak ^{D D/A D G Em} My H^Deart of Oak,^{D D/A D G Em} And from little ^Gacorns grow^Em the ^Dmighty oak^Ds ^{D/A D G Em} My H^Deart of Oak.