Woodstock (feat. Beverley Martyn) 가사

Perch trees, pine trees, oh there’re many kind trees Sparrows, marrows and all those things Butterflies flutter by everybody’s upper by 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 The people tumble down the street No one that you know Sunshine, soon shine, let me in the moonshine Give me the road and set me free Own up, grown up, everything is sewn up State police can’t bother me 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 The 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, seize up, knees-up Summers and it's time to go 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 The people tumble down the street Everyone you know