She could swing an axe just
She used to run and help him
He used muscles in his arms and
Somebody said something about his bride
You know this cat was born to die
From a left hook and a wishin' right hand,
sent this cat to his restin' land,
the breeze from his axe shook the trees
and leaves fell upon the ground.
The same wind stirred up the clouds
and snow appeared on down.
Timber they cried all day and all night,
the mighty, mighty lumberjack.
Now some people heard and felt this evening wind,
and thought that the world would come to an end.
some of them prayed again.
Oh timber, timber, timber
Now if you're ever down in the lowlands
And you suddenly feel a breeze
Don't have no fear, don't run away
Because I'm still chopping trees
I'll be timber, I'll be haulin' timber now,
timber, a mighty lumberjack.