歌詞

Deep in the woods where the whispers stand tall

Lies turn to trees, twisting tales most of all

With roots made of fibs and branches that tease

Oh, what a forest, where lies grow trees

The marimba plays as the shadows do dance

A banjo's twang hints at truth's sly romance

Leaves in the breeze tell a fib-laden plea

Their rustling giggles, where lies grow trees

Oh, tell me a tale, make it crooked and grand

Spin me a yarn by this mischievous band

The upright bass hums a tune in the breeze

A playful jest, where lies grow trees

There's bark that can gossip and sap that can spin

Each knot in the wood hides a secret within

Marbled with fibs, the grain tells degrees

Of small little truths where lies grow trees

Step carefully now, as the roots softly sigh

Too clever a step, and the truth waves goodbye

The canopy whispers with secrets that please

Oh, such a wonder, where lies grow trees

Oh, tell me a tale, make it crooked and grand

Spin me a yarn by this mischievous band

The upright bass hums a tune in the breeze

A playful jest, where lies grow trees