Lyrics:
Where the laurel tree is
With laurel crowned
Child has no name
Chlid has no name
He's in the middle of the deep deep wood
A little wood
A little wood
CROWD: Burn, burn them up!
BEDEMIR: And what do you burn apart from witches?
VILLAGER #1: More witches!
VILLAGER #2: Wood!
BEDEMIR: So, why do witches
on the mountain
Underneath the lonesome pine
Where we vowed we'd love each other
Darlin', say won't you be mine.
Where the moun-tain laurel's bloomin'
out on the mountain
Underneath the lonesome pine
Where we vowed we'd love each other
Darlin', say won't you be mine.
Where the moun-tain laurel's
Pamela, Pamela
Remember the days
Of inkwells and apples
And books and school plays
Where little Brer Rabbit kissed Pooh in the wood
Pamela, Pamela
Remember the days
Of inkwells and apples
And books and school plays
Where little Brer Rabbit kissed Pooh in the wood
Down in Laurel Canyon where the echo's good
They pretend they aren't Kings of Hollywood
Haystack and the needle, no one could
Find any humble in
kissed Pooh in the wood
And Fluff was the cat that sat on the rug
Oh, Pamela
I remember so well
When Laurel and Hardy were shown at the flicks
With
Laurel wears her wedding white
Mountain lightning lasts all night
Every June under the stars
Ceremony of the scars
Everywhere the woods were cleared
That
Into the woods I ran
I ran for miles
Into the river I swam
I swam for miles
With every step I took, everywhere I looked
I could still feel him in my
to get the mail
Across the creeks past mountain laurel
Up ancient paths I knew so well
To Grandma Becky baking biscuits
Grandpa Jessie chopping wood
If but
often have I trembled to wonder whether wood-god or but mortal he be! Alas! No delicate nymph of the woods am I, alone and strayed from path a helpless
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables...
Minds numbed up by T.H.C.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.
Laurel and Hardy's the best
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables...
Minds numbed up by T.H.C.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.
Laurel and Hardy's the best
see kids
I'm a demon told my momma I ain't wanna be this
Laurel ave nigga I be posted wit the demons
Smoke a good wood to the face you know I don't
the woods you’ll find what I mean
High in revelation and you’re far away,
Left to your own devices
Heard you’re running strong,
A modern miracle,
Fighting
runs
There's peace to be found in the Laurel mountains
Where a logging road may lead to paradise
Tall oak trees as far as the eye can see
I've called it
The sun in the back
Is getting eaten by the laurel and the hemlock
So I trimmed them down
There's a scent creeping out
It's an black dog nipping
Run, run, run Laurel
Run, run, run huntress
With leaves in your hair
Run, but run closer
I'll chase you slowly
If you'll run slowly
I see you
standing guard since the dawn of time
Rising up above the land
As if placed by God's own hand
Draped in oaks, mountain laurel, and the pines
Now, Ol' Man
a hustler
Now the whole world my customers
It was me and Mook
Around Laurel Square
Ask Corderio you had to be there
Y'all wasn't round there
Y'all wasn't
Just grabbed the load and it's massive
Don't ask for a fee, 'cause you know that I'm taxin'
Runtz in my 'Wood, and you know I ain't passin'
I'm
the shit
I ain’t talking the stool
My shooter with dreads, he look like Lil Dude
Lil' bitch wanna be rich from the hood
Fortnite when I creep in the woods
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