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Towards the woods I made my way
And trees of green there lay
Swaying in the gentle breeze
With branches in the mist

The leaves they sing a rustling song
The birds they fly in lines of long
The leaves the branches try to hold
Afraid to lose them in the cold

The trees give whispers to each other
Speaking through the winds that shudder
Beauty was all on my mind
And helped my troubled heart to chime

With sudden change the axemen came
Their swinging weapons left untamed
Hewn were trees from trunk to trunk
What's left of them were wooden chunks
And when one falls the others weep
With painful sighs, the sadness they keep

"Oh my Lord, thou save us! Save us!
Blades that hurt and blades that rust
Blades that put us in sleeps that's cursed
Blades from men that's full of lust
Save us! Save us! Wilt thou save us!"

Those were sobs the trees cried out
Trees of tall and trees of stout
Trees of young and trees of old
Those were the words that were told
With sadness and eternal fear
And from thy's eyes there came a tear

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