Lyrics:
The Oak And The Ash

on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires And BOOM! Out pops a B Boy The mossy oak is

just lay there by the juniper While the moon is bright Watch them jugs a-fillin In the pale moonlight Build your fires of hickory Hickory or ash or oak

the knave and two and three) Said she also feel the thrill of the willow in the wind (feel the thrillo the willow---- or oak or elm or ash or pine sol

we sleep?" For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground O, bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand And

Chorus: And it's home boys, home! Home I'd like to be, home for a while, in me own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny elm tree Are all a-

Pear logs and apple logs They will scent your room and cherry logs across the dogs They smell like flowers of broom But ash logs smooth and grey

awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...) The ravens are on the wing! Ash for our spear-hafts, Yew for our bow-staves, Oak for our deck planks, Oak and

When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When

the hay. Where the birds sweetly sing, and the merry bells do ring And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay. For the oak and the ash and the