Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,
Little things called Papers hold so you can make a Puff,
and also flowers and cannabis sativa and other fancy stuff. Oh!

Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,
Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,

Together people would travel on a boat with billowed sail
People kept a lookout perched so they didn't go to jail,
Noble kings and princes would smoke whene'er there rank,
Pirate ships would lower their flags when marijuana came. Oh!

Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,
Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,

A secret can be kept forever but not so marijuana
Cigarettes and Beer make way for other drugs.
One grey night it happened,the police stop coming no more
And police men and mighty cops, they ceased marijuana's fearless roar.

Users heads were bent in sorrow,rinkles fell like rain,
Marijuana no could be smoked along the cherry lane.
Without their life-long friend, people could not be free,
So people sadly slipped into jail. Oh!

Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,
Puff the marijuana smoked by the tree
That was made in the autumn mist in a village called Honah Lee,