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