There's an old Spanish oak
bent over a country road
If it could tell all that it knows
of a hand -carved heart
Once two lovers slept in the shade,
his hands weaving through
her dark breeze.
They shared the edge of his blade,
carved their names in the bark,
the heart it has darkened.
With the weather of years,
it may never fade away
Wash clean with her tears,
the human heart breaks
With a hurt that runs deep
through the blood
I wish it was made out of wood,
like a hand -carved one
Then he rode away
down that old country road
Away from the old Spanish yoke
With the hand -carved heart
He said he'd be back one day
She wept and she waited, she prayed
She vowed she would never betray
The hand -carved heart,
the hearted as dark
With the weather of years,
it may never fade away
Wash clean with her tears
The human heart breaks
With the hurt that runs deep
through the blood
I wish it was made out of wood
Like a hand -carved wall
I wish it was made out of wall