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24-Nov-18 - 03:29 AM
Thread Name: ADD: Woodlands of England (Hutchings/Whetstone
Subject: ADD: Woodlands of England (Hutchings/Whetstone)
WOODLANDS OF ENGLAND (Hutchings, Whetstone)
There’s a song that they’re singing, the woodland of England If you stand very still you might hear on the wind They sing a lament for the loss of their Brethren And the words that they’re singing are these
In the springtime, we’ll bring you the fragrance of blossom In the summer present you with fruits of all kind In the autumn we’ll shower you with goals and with armfuls In the winter our kindling you will find
Some of us are old timers, we know many voices Rosalind’s laughter, Giles Winterbourne’s call But the woodpecker beats a tattoo as the day breaks Now he beats a retreat for us all
There’s a song that they’re singing, the woodlands of England, If you stand very still you might hear on the breeze They sing a lament for the loss of their Sisters And the words that they’re singing our these
When they finally cut down the woodlands of England There'll be nowhere to hide, there'll be nowhere to seek There'll Be nowhere to go out to hunt or for maying There'll Be nowhere to climb up a tree
And soon they’rll be nowhere to whisper your seekrests There'll be nowhere to heal all your anger and pain There'll be nowhere for crying, nowhere for dying, There'll be nowhere for silence to reign.
There’s a song that thery’re Singing, the woodlands of England If you stand very still you might hear on the breeze But the sound in the air’s growing fainter and fainter It is vanishing now with the leaves