Woodstock - John Martyn, Beverley Martyn

Perch trees, pine trees, oh there’re many kind trees

Sparrows, marrows and all those things

Butterflies flutter by everybody’s upper by

Even the man next door can sing

Kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones

Kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones

The band plays country, cool and sweet

Everywhere you go

The people tumble down the street

No one that you know

Sunshine, soon shine, let me in the moonshine

Give me the road and set me free

Own up, grown up, everything is sewn up

State police can’t bother me

Kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones

Kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones

The band plays country, cool and sweet

Everywhere you go

The people tumble down the street

Everyone you know

Jed the woodchuck, lives in Woodstock

Maybe he’s a groundhog and I don’t know

Winter freeze up, seize up, knees up

Summers and its time to go

Kicking up the cones and rolling up the stones

Kicking up the stones and rolling up the cones

The band plays country, cool and sweet

Everywhere you go

The people tumble down the street

Everyone you know