Those Poor Bastards
Chopping Wood For Winter
I'm chopping wood for winter
Chopping wood
Chopping wood for winter
Chopping wood
All the axes sharpened
And the day is long
Deep within the forest
At the break of dawn
Trying to keep the wolves away
I'm chopping wood for winter
Chopping wood
Chopping wood for winter
Chopping wood
Northern wind blows firstly
And I feel its chill
Of the ?? Lord
I have had my feel
Trying to keep the wolves away
I'm chopping wood for winter
Chopping wood
Chopping wood for winter
Chopping wood