by Daniel Kelly – 2026
Em C Each spring we look for sign of life, D Em On ancient oaken limbs, Am D A leaf heralds another year, C D Em For the tree of kings, But now the year has turned about, And no leaf can we see, An ancient life it is no more, What woe and misery, G D The oak is dead, The oak is dead, C D Em The great oak of the wood, Am D What can it mean for England, C D Em I fear it’s nothing good. The leaves that sheltered Robin’s Men, Sapling saw William come, The turning of a thousand years, You witnessed every one, You may have lived a thousand years more, If not for human greed, Blackened the air, poisoned streams, Progress a horrid creed, They called you by some Major’s name, But that’s a shame to do, King of the wood should be your fame, May your children grow for you,