Lyrics:
Oak apple day chase'n the blues away
The cobblestone kids are back again throwing colors on the wind
Cosmos and plough look who's smiling now
I hit you in the knee with a female tree
I hit you in the kneeeeeeeee with a female treeeeee
What type of tree you ask
Spruce or oak or apple tree
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
in return
At least that is what I'm told
The old oak don't give apples
But he gives a damn
When things ain't going
Exactly as you planned
His roots are
the oaks to the apple trees
And I saw you there, Evangelist
Abuelo, Methuselah, Prometheus, trembling
And you brought pic-a-nic baskets full of bread
the oak and the apple around us they did twine,
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?
A bunch of blue ribbons I'll tie up and wear,
the oak and the apple around us they did twine,
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?
A bunch of blue ribbons I'll tie up and wear,
put in a pot
I wanna bear fruit and feed the hungry
Put me in a Chels crumble
An Apple or an oak tree
That's all I ask for
Don't invite anyone you ain't
on the apple tree
There'd be no tears or sorrow
We'd live eternally
And then along came Man
To burn the oak tree down
And now the babbling brook is a solid
And the children play under the old oak trees
And the acorns roll
Well the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree
But the acorns roll
I'll give you five that
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
Dance the tree, dance the tree dance
Trees are beautiful, trees are beautiful
They smell wonderful, they smell wonderful
I love apple trees, I love
on a pillow
Shouting: "Finally!" take a number
The apple seeds raineth upon your slumber
A hundred thousand freaks on parade
For the village hunter
My every
Just like a worm up in an apple tree
I'm right where I wanna be
Eugene folks tend to treat me alright
Damn good wine from the winery
Take a look
Splinters digging into skin. Wind that's whipping in. Shin splints. And it begins
Smoke chokes my throat, broken oak stokes the flames that frame my
now the woods Big Apple, here's my hidden Treehut Castle
In the crown of the oak, cherries flaunting
It's a day for Celebration, time to use your
flipping my lid
I'm a country kid
There's nothing in the world
That can compare
To climbing up a big oak tree
A-riding my bike
Down a shady lane
The country
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
Arms
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
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
The apple is peeled, slaughter the beast
We love the taste, the blood in the meat
So burn the fields, spread disease
Our fate is sealed, mankind's defeat
By
Within the woodlands flow’ry gladed,
By the oak trees’ mossy moot,
The shining grass blades, timber shaded,
Now do quiver under foot;
And birds do
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