Lletres: The Sweet. Chop Chop.

If you walk down through the woods today
You won't believe your eyes
There's an old log cabin on the Greatway River
Underneath the rolling skies

A man called Woodrow all alone
You can hear the wood chop's cry
He swings his axe all day and chops the trees away

Chop, chop, chop you can hear him singing
Chop, chop, chop as his axe is swinging
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it's ringing
Timber, timber

Chop, chop, chop give it all you can
Chop, chop, chop sang the wood chop man
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it rang
Timber, timber

It's a bright light shines through the towering pines
You can hear the woodman's call
Through the raging rapids of the Greatway River
You can see the pine trees fall

As the sun goes down you can hear the sound
That echoes Woodrow's call
He puts his axe away until another day

Chop, chop, chop you can hear him singing
Chop, chop, chop as his axe is swinging
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it's ringing
Timber, timber

Chop, chop, chop give it all you can
Chop, chop, chop sang the wood chop man
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it rang
Timber, timber, timber, timber

Chop, chop, chop you can hear him singing
Chop, chop, chop as his axe is swinging
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it's ringing
Timber, timber

Chop, chop, chop give it all you can
Chop, chop, chop sang the wood chop man
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it rang
Timber, timber

Chop, chop, chop you can hear him singing
Chop, chop, chop as his axe is swinging
Chop, chop, chop through the woods it's ringing
Timber, timber