Martyn John And Beverly - Woodstock Lyrics

Pear trees, pine trees, all the many kind trees
Sparrows, marrows, and all those things
Butterflies flutter by, everybody's apple pie
Even the man next door can sing

Kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones

The band plays country cool and sweet everywhere you go
People tumble down the street, no one that you know
Sunshine soon shine, let me at the moonshine
Give me the road and set me free
Own up, grown up, everything in sown up
State police can't bother me

The band plays country cool and sweet everywhere you go
People tumble down the street, everyone you know
Jed the woodchuck lives in Woodstock
Maybe he's a groundhog and I don't know
Winter freeze up, sieze up, knees up
Summers and it's time to go