Timberman

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Still November dawn breaks He’s practicing his swing He is old but Timberman walks Steady it’s how he’s raised Our land our love’s high prairie low He’s a simple man and the wisdom shows He spoke to me, says you’re Timber in the making His dog brown and gold Wakes up with him, he’s loyal But take it from me and Mark this place with trees This land is fire from yesterday’s toil Our scars are reminders From the wind and the wood Timber Timberman Timber Timberman Timber Timberman Timber Timberman It’s not right for me it doesn’t feel right to me These walls meant as a cage The electric is serving me I wanna see green towers Red flowers, sun devour This land, it’s your land it’s my land I’m home I’m home I know that you’ll take it from me And mark this place with trees This land is fire from yesterday’s toil Our scars are reminders From the wind and the wood Timber Timberman Timber Timberman Timber Timberman Timber Timberman