| Down in the greenwood there was a lass
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| Stole my heart along the path
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| Then came the woodman with his axe
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| Cut the trees down to the grass
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| No more greenwood, no more lass
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| She broke my heart and took the past
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| Broke my heart and took the past
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| When it’s my time to leave this place
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| Plant many a tree deep around my grave
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| The birds will fly through to the highest boughs
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| And spread the seeds of these mighty towers
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| Will the greenwood bring her back?
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| She took my heart and broke my past
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| Took my heart and broke the past
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| Took my heart and broke my past |