There’s something about a woodpile
That makes me want to smile
It brings back sweetest memories
Although it’s been a while.
We leaned against a woodpile
In an evening filled with bliss
And love began that evening
As we shared a tender kiss
That makes me want to smile
It brings back sweetest memories
Although it’s been a while.
We leaned against a woodpile
In an evening filled with bliss
And love began that evening
As we shared a tender kiss
THE WOODPILE
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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