[00:13.527]We carved a compass on the old oak wood,
[00:16.727]To find our way when life was good.
[00:19.564]We buried tin cans by the old well stone,
[00:22.818]And promised we would never walk alone.
[00:26.836]The compass chain is brown with rust,
[00:30.073]The tin cans crumbled into dust.
[00:33.309]The world got busy, people changed,
[00:35.600]And the oath we carved became estranged.
[00:39.764]The old oak tree still stands alone,
[00:42.982]The tender vines have overgrown.
[00:46.018]But the vows we wrote just snapped in two,
[00:49.255]Like a twig that broke when the wind blew.
[00:52.691]The old oak tree still stands alone,
[00:55.927]The tender vines have overgrown.
[00:58.800]And now the years have claimed their part,
[01:01.591]But the oak still keeps us in its heart.
[01:16.736]The compass chain is brown with rust,
[01:21.791]The tin cans crumbled into dust.
[01:25.027]The world got busy, people changed,
[01:28.082]And the oath we carved became estranged.
[01:31.336]The old oak tree still stands alone,
[01:34.700]The tender vines have overgrown.
[01:37.736]But the vows we wrote just snapped in two,
[01:40.973]Like a twig that broke when the wind blew.
[01:44.427]The old oak tree still stands alone,
[01:47.645]The tender vines have overgrown.
[01:50.755]And now the years have claimed their part,
[02:20.264]But the oak still keeps us in its heart.