Upon a steed of white came he br As I stepped from the mist, br He did dismount - I did recount br That moment we first kissed. br T'was by the tree, He knelt to me br My hands under my cloak br Declaring love and strength br As big and wide like the mighty Oak. br As the mist surrounds br Where no one's heeding br Unspoken words br Where love lies bleeding, br Carved into the base of that old oak tree br The intials are of him and me... br And wherefound - tiny pieces br Of a silver cloak br Hence from tiny acorns br Grow the Mighty Oaks.