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The beep beep is part of the soundtrack of everyday life
Norman Woodland came up with the idea in a flash of inspiration in the 1950s
But it was

And trudging through Woodlands Road
It never seemed endless before
Well don't think I'll ever call here home
Again

Won't you go your own way today
Think I need

of the free - land of opportunity
Don't throw it all away - unless you're throwing toxic waste

And dawn awakes the big machines
Big cats plow the woodlands

That I like to think

I know I'm alive 
Take my kiddie down to the woodland stream
And feel that magic rising
From beneath my feet

With all the greatest

and rest my rifle on my shoulder and breathe
Overlooking this valley
And I don't know why I ain't missing home
Out here in this woodland all alone
Maybe

in sight
Outnumbered but they won't put up a fight
For the way of the Woodland Clan
Beware the tainted gifts of man!
The Oak of Ages shall recall

Oh,  Bonnie Woodlands
I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction
Of your forest so green

And your fields were aplenty
For many's the long day
Till

Ralfy na come again Ralfy na come again ahh Ralfy Na come again Ralfy na come again ahh
I on Woodland in Southwest thuggin wey my Rounds
Eatin Musu

The Earth was struck
By mankinds thirst for power
The gloom consumed us
Hatad
Skadad
An awakening of the woodland realm
The essence of life must rise

woodlands dwell where Shub-Niggurath cults thrive and prey.
The Dark Young summoned to preside o’er these cultus rites.
Words spake from the Book of Eibon,

Village maiden gathering mushrooms, down by woodland lakes and brooks.
She don't want no soviet loves - all she wants is srpskijeb, hoi!
Village

filled
and a life should be lived
in the piney wood hills

I'll return to the woodlands
I'll return to the snow
I'll return to the hills
and the valley

Wabash Cannonball

Hank Thompson

Hank Thompson & His Brazos Valley Boys (1946-1964)

1996

on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush

a place for the forgotten
Is there a place for me
Is there a place for my brothers and sisters, where we can live in harmony
I send up my Woodland Prayer,

rove?
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart,
Wild little woodland dove,
Can you hear the song that tells you
All my heart's true love?

The fawn that you

us
Aaron Foster
We gon' conquer
We just some Mobsters
Black rims
18 Inches
Make em spin
(Yeah)
Came a long way since a kid
Back in Virginia
Woodland

Gypsy Love Song

Vaughn Monroe

The Night Is Young

2001

DREAMLAND,
       WHERE YOUR FANCIES ROVE?
(CH)   SLUMBER ON, MY LITTLE GYPSY SWEETHEART,
       WILD LITTLE WOODLAND DOVE.
(VM)   CAN YOU HEAR THE SONG

Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, over the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush

of Autumn, Snows of the Winter realm
I worship at the altar of this sacred woodland
By rivers that run with Wolves endlessly
Beyond the gateway of Sorcery,

I want to trust you but I don't ima keep it real 
Cocaine sinks model fingers 
Do it for the thrill 
I been chilling with cousins out in Woodland

soon
My fans, my friends, my family
What I didn't know is they were after me

She was a cool drink of water in the woodland breeze
With a devilish mind

and the woodland's a rapture to see
Little branch, little twig, little me
And the river's a tango away every day
But the ice, but the time, anyway, so

Slip a truth

soon
My fans, my friends, my family
What I didn't know is they were after me

She was a cool drink of water in the woodland breeze
With a devilish mind

And the essence of the dead
Honour the woodland's goddess
Breeding a progeny of hate
 Immortal fate 

The subsoil of the field
Clanked of a viscous pulse
Stamping