to walk away and now I'm sittin and trippin reflecting, thinking about you and me and how we can be, Yeah Yeah Yeah.. I'm sitting watching lovers under Maple
waiting for a man to come her way She has been waiting 80 years for Mr. Maple But he doesn't know that she is waiting too It's nothing new Mr. Maple
maple on the hill Where I sat with my Geneva long ago As the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill As we sat beneath the maple on
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Here upon the quiet country village stood the maple on the hill There I sat with my Jeannie of long ago When the stars were shining brightly we could
There's a small stream down main street Down Maple Street where we used to live Don't speak ... whisper it The walls have ears in towns like this The
white picket fence It was more than a house, it was home sweet home Where all their dreams came true, 302, South Maple Avenue 302, South Maple Avenue
words I heard a long-long time ago I wish I could go back to a summer time I knew more than twenty years ago Lay between the sheets, lie underneath the maple
By the heart that shapes the wood Love and maple syrup shine like Like embers warm, like thoughts divine They tell us it is spring Love and maple syrup
forever, don't you see? If you need me with a hunger, with a hope and with a dream Then I'll stay here underneath this maple tree Oh, this maple tree
walk away and now I'm sittin and trippin reflecting, thinking about you and me and how we can be, Yeah Yeah Yeah.. I'm sitting watching lovers under Maple
firewood, Late in the winter, it's maple syrup time. You need warm and sunny days but still a cold and freezing nighttime For just a few weeks, maple
a white picket fence It was more than a house, it was home sweet home Where all their dreams came true 302 South Maple Avenue 302 South Maple Avenue
summer time I knew more than twenty years ago <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> can't lay beneath the sheets we lie underneath the maple
but I thought you said maple leaves and when she talked about the fall I thought she talked about the season I never understood at all I thought she said maple
Heat... Heat... Heat... Heat... All my young ice went brown So I Always belonged... to Mexico Heat... Heat... Heat... Heat... Well the sun waits around
Uh huh yeah Oooooooooo All right now Yeah You know well I am like a boo To you Oh yeah So hey king put your Hands on me And