Paroles de Daughter
On, in the woodsTalking branches will protect you
Father, come and see
I'm old enough to fight 'til my own death
I'm not your favorite wood
I'm not to go in your wood
Hide beneath a hood
The winding sheet of warmth and comfort
Father, come and see
A moment enough to have a jamboree
I'm not your favorite wood
I'm not to go in your wood
I'm not to go in your wood
Hide beneath a hood
The winding sheet of warmth and comfort
Father, come and see
A moment enough to have a jamboree
I'm not your favorite wood
I'm not to go in your wood
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