Hangin’ Tree


Would you like our way home
I bleed my own

Round the hangin tree
Swayin in the breeze
In the summer sun
As we two are one
Swayin

Can you see under my thumb
There you are

Round the hangin tree
Swing in the breeze
In the summer sun
As we two are one
Swing


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