Mark Mitchell - The Trees Fell lyrics

Then the trees fell and the trees fell, One by one 20 in a day Nothin' could stand in my bucksaw's way And the trees fell Their souls went to heaven My soul… still too early to tell It was 1870 the state was young And I myself a tender 21 When I headed up to Northern Michigan It was 'round this time that the cuttin' began In the virgin pinewood timber stands The work was hard, the pay weren't much There were months on end without a woman's touch And a man gets ornery, a man gets mean Without the satin comfort that a woman brings Well we worked harder than we'd ever done before But the timber king said that he wanted more So the trees fell and the trees fell, One by one 30 in a day... We were out of our bunks before the sun could rise Cuttin', skiddin', deckin' 'em high They judged what we did by it's number and size. Well it seemed like the days work would just begin We'd be eating and sleeping and doing it again There was somethin' bout the timber, somethin' 'bout the land That made us work beyond the limits of a mortal man We cursed and we sweat and we damn near died All that saved us was the laughter and the whiskey on the side A 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 grey Thinking on back to those lumberjack days Thinking on back to my rowdy ways There are those who say what we did was wrong But we did what you do when you're young and strong. We cut that timber like a fit of rage And we put a little mark on that history page I'm gonna give my saw to my only son's child And bequeath my memories to the northern wilds If I had it to do you know I'd do it again I'd do it today like we did it back then When the trees fell and the trees fell, One by one 50 in a day Nothin' could stand in my bucksaw's way And the trees fell Their souls went to heaven My soul… still too early to tell Maybe heaven, Maybe hell, But it's much too early to tell.