Little girl lost in a forest of dreams It's a dark old wood and it's damp with dew Hoot owl hoots for a moment it seems Something big and cold has got
This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was
My head is in the forest And I'm thinking about you The mist is pulling lightly On the timber My thoughts are of the forest And I'm sure, I'm not in
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was
and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest
Hiawatha stood and waited All the air was full of freshness All the earth was bright and joyous And before him through the sunshine Westward toward the neighbouring forest
Hiawatha Stood And Waited All The Air Was Full Of Freshness All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous And Before Him Through The Sunshine Westward Toward The Neighbouring Forest
IS YOUR LAND WRITER WOODY GUTHRIE Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest
clouds rolling As the fog was lifting a voice comes chanting This land is your land This land is my land From California To the New York island From the Redwood Forest
Woody Guthrie Chorus: This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island, From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream
I'm afraid of the night, helpless The forest is drenched in sinister fog My home is in the mountains, without civilisation I have no contact to the outside
in the deepest twilight, the depths of Avathar. Your odem goes down the green rivers and high up to the blue skies, to the wide open forests and mountains
A misty path through woods long past enshrined in silence and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur Far away and over the cold fog mountains our
Cold and fog, dawn is breaking now And if you ever will be free Gone is knowing how River flows, no one wonders why And on the other side, something
Mystic summonings behind the wall of sleep Veil of swirling fog Realm behond all warmth and light Let swords slice their path through the maze of rotten
our slavonic souls drowned in the soft fog of our dreams. I'm walking in the night and grief chains my heart when the autumn forest looses its leaves
This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made
laughs, the time we got high For seven days down in New Orleans And it seemed like no one else knew We were just the moon and sun In fog before the heat
