the old oak stood alone
about half a mile from my family home
no matter how the wind blew
it stood tall and it stood true
she was always his right arm
through the storm and through the cold
and no matter how the wind blew
it stood tall and it stood true
never one with out two
never me with out you
you are the ground from
which i will grow my vines
and i will hold until the end of time
it grew old as the years past
their love how it did last
and as she walked through the gates
you felt his heart break
never one without two
never me with out you
you are the ground from
which i will grow my vines
and i will hold you til the end of time
the old oak stood alone

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