Deep house bass

Its a story from many years ago When I was just barely a young man I was dropped in a field in the war 1918 almost a hundred years I had plans to protect my ground Lips were moving but no sound Didn't quite hear your call Ground was shaking Follow me through the woods Follow me through the woods Follow me through the woods Up the mountain left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Over hills through streams and fields Over hills through streams and fields Ground was green it was middle of summertime Took the horses riding, holding hands Fell in love in the middle of the war 1918 almost a hundred years From a birch tree swing we flew Never knowing what we'll do Stars were hanging like a crown Rocking gently Follow me through the woods Follow me through the woods Follow me through the woods Up the mountain left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Over hills through streams and fields Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain Left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain Left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Up the mountain Left right left right Over hills through streams and fields Over hills through streams and fields Over hills through streams and fields