A Timberman's Tale

Deep in the mighty forrest You´ll find a man Mr Woody Swings his axes sawdust flies A legend born of a rugged time Oh Mr Woody with axes in hand Shaped the forrest Shaped the land No machine could match his might Saw mill from dusk till dawn Tree bows to his blade Sweat and grit craft is made No iron gears just muscle Mr Woody and the good old mill Oh Mr Woody with axe in hand Shaped the forrest Shaped the land No machine could match his might Saw mill from dusk till dawn Oh MrWoody!! Strong as oak!! Through harsh times and cold nights Hum his tune the timber song Every cut every stroke A lifetime of hardship Years went but he grew strong Wolves howls his tune With heavy breath wind so cold No shelter no rest no ease Oh Mr Woody with axe in hand Shaped the forrest Shaped the land No machine could match his might Saw mill from dusk till dawn So here's to Woody the man the lore Who gave his all and asked no more A wooden heart a timeless flame Mr Woody remember his name