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200 Sixties Hits: 200 Classic No. 1 Songs from the 60s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Through the Trees (Harmony Hounds) · Through Low Light and Trees (Smoke Fairies) · Through Low Light and Trees (Smoke Fairies) · Through Low Light and Trees (Smoke Fairies) · Through the Trees (The Handsome Family) · 200 Years of Country Music/In Prison, in Person (Sonny James) · 200 Years of American Music (Lawrence Welk) · 200 Years of American Heritage in Song: 100 Song Collection (Great American String Band) · 200 Years of American Heritage (Great American String Band) – and 90 other albums »


world by surprise
Stood right next to Elvis in Memphis and looked him straight in the eyes
Ten years later young Bocephus busted through the door
And I
me
In the many years and ages past
Will they ever share the answer
Of the legend tales and times gone by?

Walking through the mystic forest
I'm
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade
Melodies the sweetest music ever played
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs
As I pause
who deserves to buckle
I wanna kill sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin uncle!

"we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "that's correct"
"we-we-we've gone
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here

Like a song through the trees
the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here

Like a song through the trees
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade.
Melodies the sweetest music ever played.
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs.
As I
Everyone it seems 
Is looking for the grass that's greener here 
And through my window pane 
The scenery flies by and disappears 
So tell to me
the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here

Like a song through the trees
And a mighty good hand with a mule.

Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane 
The Mountains and the 
Valleys and the Trees Remember your name.

He rode 45 years
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more

Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were
The count is hundred 98…before the setting sun,
They searched the yard all through the night until the morning bell,
No more delays are countenanced by
Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon
A breeze whips through the trees
The rustling leaves and branches bend together they're cued
The winter's flaking snow is brushing through the pinewood trees
I stuck my hands down deep inside my coat
I think of years ago and half remembered
through the cloudâ?¦

Ah, the apple trees,
And the hive of bees,
Where we once got stung,
Summers at Bordeau:
Rowing at bateau,
Where the willow
Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low
The moon and I
Butterfly
For she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low

The moon
wilson was the president
And summer blew her good-bye through the trees

A child of changing times
Growing up between the wars
The fords rolled off
Butterfly
For she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low

The moon