Said the woodcutter to the tree
Fell you I must, I hope you see
For hearth and home, food and life
Well being of son, daughter and wife
But a last wish to you I grant
Before I cut you, dear plant
I can, from you, many things make
But, today, your desire I do take
Tell me what most you wish to be
Table, chair, couch or settee
Or, anything else which to you is dear
From you I´ll make, I promise here
Said the tree I always knew I´d fulfil
My life´s purpose, by your axe and will
Settee, couch, table and chair
For all these, I don´t much care
Conscious thou, and thine, may be
But knoweth not, as mine, and me
Of furniture there may be no dearth
But nought will free you from this Earth
Sit or lie a few inches above the ground
Fast to it you will always be bound
Here, together, we must forever reside
And owe each other, ´tis noblesse oblige
Fell me you must, that I do see
To give to thee, ´tis my destiny
But, if I may, I´d like myself
Most of all to be your bookshelf
To be there for books that speak
Of truth and wisdom, and for the weak
And if still a bough there is left
A guitar do make, so with your deft
Fingers you may strum, and with song
Tell of me, and our love of long
