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Gran Bwa Mystical


I go to Big Woods, go looking for leaves.
When I get there, I find three men, O!
I go to Big Woods, go looking for leaves.
When I get there, I find three men, O!
The first, a black bottle.
The second, a head without a body.
The third, an asson in hand!
It is king, it commands...

But wait another says:

It's in the woods, the leaves are.
It's in the woods, the leaves are.
It is I Gran Bwa
I won't show people my house.
If I go and show people my house.
They will say I live in the woods...


Robert Hayden Pursell
06 November 2004







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