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When the Creator made the earth
All kinds of trees were planted
The maple, birch, oak, hickory, apple, pear
And nut trees and so on

The Creator had
apple tree
There'd be no tears and sorrow we'd live eternaly
Then along came man to burn the oak tree down
And the bubblin' brook was a solid ground
apple
On that apple tree,
There?d be no tears or sorrow,
We?d live eternally.
And then along came Man
And chopped the oak tree down
And now
Thee I love more than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds of a May apple tree I love thee

Arms
Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds of a May apple tree, I love thee
Arms
know I can't be free
My heart will yearn till I return
Missouri's callin' me

In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
And hear again
Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill
More than the buds of a May apple tree, I love thee
at that leash
All fall down
Can't complain, musn't grumble
Help yourself to another peace of apple crumble
And consequently:
Hearts of oak are charged
at that leash
All fall down
Can't complain, musn't grumble
Help yourself to another peace of apple crumble
And consequently:
Hearts of oak are charged
Words traditional English, music RW with fugal ideas by Chris Caswell 1978

Oak logs will warm you well
That are old and dry
Logs of pine will
Spanish moss drippin` from a live oak tree 
Mockin bird sittin` on a cypress knee 
Sweet `ole sycamore blowin` in the breeze 
The slammin`
Then nature sent my own true love
When apple blossom fell
He sang beneath the mighty oak
And courted me so well
He spoke the pleasures of the flesh
Well it's snowing in Miami 
And it's hailing in LA
Money's growing like green apples
On the trees

I've been hanging out with Elvis, yeah
Or a turkey on Thanksgiving Day 
Like the Fourth of July or apple pie, 
It's strictly USA. 
Like a hotdog covered with mustard, 
Or an amateur hometown
Listen to the barnyard sound
Fiddle and bow, mountain blow
Bluegrass, country, rock and roll!

House fly, apple pie
Coon skin hat, eagle eye
In-law,
all healthy and most of all we had her

Roy cut down a pine oak tree and we drug it home Jack and me
Daddy killed a squirrel and Louise made
greatest wine
Served in a crystal glass, alone

Or, would you rather have a Big Mac
An order of fries, a cherry pie
Underneath a big oak tree
Sitting
the range rov.
Excitin black leather with the white piping
So much oak stike a match and you'll chock
Fifty folks at a house, off of the coast
You can show
he'll do his thing kid shook his coat and he dropped a fork
ta da!

it's a concrete forest of course it is of course it is
the lamp posts are the oak
sharp like a pencil
But the pencil's made of oak, so don't provoke
You'll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke?
I'm radical, mathematical if I have

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