Thinking about pulling down fruit trees in Shepparton - they do this when it's green, what happens when it's brown?
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Woodman, spare that tree
Touch not a single bough
In youth it sheltered me and I'll protect it now
Rule Britannia, let the wind blow over orchards that never need to dry
Run the rivers in a straight line over land under a clear blue sky
The plan was not to die, the plan has been revised
Woodman, spare that tree
Touch not a single bough
In youth it sheltered me, and I'll protect it now
Call up the mountains to the excavating harvest
Machines to make a new cemetery of the fruit trees of our youth
For all the running wild, we just fattened in the sty
Like Menzies era pride
[La-la-la]
They do this when it’s green
When happens when it’s dry?
Woodman, spare that tree
Touch not a single bough
In youth it sheltered me
But the orchard’s empty now
Woodman, spare that tree
Touch not a single bough
In youth it sheltered me
But the orchard’s empty now
The orchard’s empty now