There's an old Spanish oak
Bent over a country road
If it could tell all that it knows
Of the hand-carved heart
Once two lovers slept in the shade
His hands weaving through her dark braid
They shared the edge of his blanket
Then carved their names in the bark

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But the heart it has darkened
With the weather of years
It may never fade away
Washed clean with her tears
But 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 heart

Then he rode away
Down that old country road
Away from the old Spanish oak
With the hand-carved heart
He said he'd be back oneday
She wept as she waited she prayed
She vowed she would never betray
The hand-carved heart

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But 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 heart

A hand-carved heart
Like a hand-carved heart
A hand-carved heart