Timberman Lyrics

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