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Old Dead Tree Won T Follow Him

mind (I) Won't follow him! I think that I would not do some- Thing like that to the people Who protected me when I was younger But I can't really

of death And suicide I've felt myself really ashamed Since the time I lost one of my best friends And my mind (I) Won't follow him! I think

You hear them whispering in the crowns of the trees you're whirling 'round but your eyes don't agree will 'o' the wisps misguiding your path you can't

was made of wood. Till at last I said: "It ain't no use--he's froze too hard to thaw; He's obstinate, and he won't lie straight, so I guess I got to saw

doesn't ever land Some things I don't want to look at I don't want to understand but You give me a ladder now I surely believe I'll climb It don't even

hear them whispering in the crowns of the trees you're whirling 'round but your eyes don't agree will 'o' the wisps misguiding your path you can't throw

hear them whispering in the crowns of the trees you're whirling 'round but your eyes don't agree will 'o' the wisps misguiding your path you can't throw