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Let's burn down the cornfield 
Let's burn down the cornfield 
And we can listen to it burn 

You hide behind the oak tree 
You hide behind
Let's burn down the cornfield
Let's burn down the cornfield
And we can listen to it burn
You hide behind the oak tree
You hide behind the oak
know just what to do
If you still want me, if you still want me

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years, do you
There was a tall oak tree that loved a bubblin' brook
And the bubblin' brook loved a mountain high
And the mountain high loved the sky above
Let's burn down the cornfield 
Let's burn down the cornfield 
We can listen to it burn 

We'll hide behind the oak tree 
Hide behind the oak
The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
A tall oak tree alone and cryin'
When the birds have flown and the nest is
There was a tall oak tree
That loved a babblin brook,
And the babblin brook
loved the mountain high,
And the mountain high
Loved the sky above.
I sowed a seed
Underneath the oak tree
I trod it in
With my boots I trampled it down

Grow
Grow
Grow

I sowed a rose
Underneath the oak
Lightning spoke to the wind, "The devil's in me today, my friend
Do you see that old oak tree down yonder?
Blow like hell and bring down thunder
I walked through the park and saw a young oak tree growing,
Growing beside an old bark hit by lightning.
I asked the young tree how he wished
to me then?
Under the oak trees and the leaves withering

Do you remember what you said to me then?
Under the oak trees and the leaves withering
Goodnight love we'll meet again
Tomorrow down by the old oak tree

Climb up here and she's up there
And they're keepin' us worlds apart
I'm in misery she's in
the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like
the old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's so good to touch the green green
the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like
old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, 
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green,
sweetly
It's so good to touch the green, green, grass of home

The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's the old oak
Oak Hanging Tree
It's the Old Oak Hanging Tree

Nothing will grow in the ground
The Old Oak is killing it all
If you are ever around
Beware
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, 
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green,
Up a Lazy River by the old mill run
That lazy lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger in the shade of an old oak tree
Throw away your troubles dream
oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
Only one can make the valley deep
The mountain high, the oak tree strong
Only one can bless us while we sleep
And give us faith to keep
To keep
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that
old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, 
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green,

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