Mark Mitchell - The Trees Fell Lyrics
Then the trees fell and the trees fell,One by one20 in a dayNothin' could stand in my bucksaw's wayAnd the trees fellTheir souls went to heavenMy soul… still too early to tellIt was 1870 the state was youngAnd I myself a tender 21When I headed up to Northern MichiganIt was 'round this time that the cuttin' beganIn the virgin pinewood timber standsThe work was hard, the pay weren't muchThere were months on end without a woman's touchAnd a man gets ornery, a man gets meanWithout the satin comfort that a woman bringsWell we worked harder than we'd ever done beforeBut the timber king said that he wanted moreSo the trees fell and the trees fell,One by one30 in a day...We were out of our bunks before the sun could riseCuttin', skiddin', deckin' 'em highThey judged what we did by it's number and size.Well it seemed like the days work would just beginWe'd be eating and sleeping and doing it againThere was somethin' bout the timber, somethin' 'bout the landThat made us work beyond the limits of a mortal manWe cursed and we sweat and we damn near diedAll that saved us was the laughter and the whiskey on the sideA living machine made of muscle and bone,Workin' together but so alone.And the trees fell...(40 in a day)Well I'm sitting in my chair getting old and greyThinking on back to those lumberjack daysThinking on back to my rowdy waysThere are those who say what we did was wrongBut we did what you do when you're young and strong.We cut that timber like a fit of rageAnd we put a little mark on that history pageI'm gonna give my saw to my only son's childAnd bequeath my memories to the northern wildsIf I had it to do you know I'd do it againI'd do it today like we did it back thenWhen the trees fell and the trees fell,One by one50 in a dayNothin' could stand in my bucksaw's wayAnd the trees fellTheir souls went to heavenMy soul… still too early to tellMaybe heaven, Maybe hell,But it's much too early to tell.
