No matter what the crap may be,
The city haint no show;
An' as for raisin" human souls
An' givin' them a breath
O' God's free air an' sunlight too,
We beat um all ter death.
The city haint no show;
An' as for raisin" human souls
An' givin' them a breath
O' God's free air an' sunlight too,
We beat um all ter death.
SONG OF THE WOODSMAN
I hie me away to the forest old
On a winter's morn when the air is cold
And the white snow gleams in the morning sun
And every twig is a diamond,
The trees are' bending beneath the snow
That falls in showers as the cold winds blow,
A heavy load bears the evergreen
And scarce a leaf of the laurel is seen.
On a winter's morn when the air is cold
And the white snow gleams in the morning sun
And every twig is a diamond,
The trees are' bending beneath the snow
That falls in showers as the cold winds blow,
A heavy load bears the evergreen
And scarce a leaf of the laurel is seen.
With a steady stroke at the tallest oak
The forest ever grows,
I'll 1ay it low in the gleaming snow
To music of my blows;
Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
With echoes of the ax,
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
The forest ever grows,
I'll 1ay it low in the gleaming snow
To music of my blows;
Then gaily sing while the woodlands ring
With echoes of the ax,
Though the trees are tall I'll conquer them all
And break their sturdy backs.
I take my stand by the lordly tree
That now hath stood full a century
That now hath stood full a century
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