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(capella intro)

Let me bri-i-ing you {songs from the wood
To make you feel much better than you could know}
(Better than you could know),
Dust you down from ti-i-i-ip to toe 
(Dust you down from tip to toe),
Show you how the ga-a-a-arden grows 
(Show you how the garden grows),
Hold you steady a-a-a-as you go,
(Hold steady as you) {Join the [bad word] if you can -
It'll make of you an honest ma-a-a-an}.

(Flute interlude)

Let me bri-i-ing you {love from the fields},
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and sti-i-i-ill the pain
That threatens again a-a-a-and again
As you drag down every lo-o-o-over's lane.
{Life's long celebrati-ion's here.
I'll toast you all in penny chee-i-i-ir.}

Let me bri-i-ing you {all things refined}:
Galliards at Lute songs served in chilling ale,
Greetings well-met-fe-e-e-ellow-hail!
I am the wind to fi-i-i-ill your sail,
I am the cross to ta-a-a-ake your nail.
{singer of these agele-ess times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhy-i-i-imes}.
 [bad word] bridge)

Songs from the woo-ood make you fee-eel much boom-better!
Songs from the woo-ood make you fee-eel much boom-better!

(All [bad word] interlude)

(Songs from the wood, songs from the wood)

(Guitar & flute rhytmic solo)

Let me bri-i-ing you {love from the fields},
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and sti-i-i-ill the pain
That threatens again a-a-a-and again
As you drag down every lo-o-o-over's lane.
{Life's long celebrati-ion's here.
I'll toast you all in penny chee-i-i-ir.}
 [bad word] bridge)

{Songs from the woo-ood make you fee-eel much boom-better!
Songs from the woo-ood make you fee-eel much boom-better!}