The Firewood Song
(sung to the tune of "I's the b'y that builds the boats")
I'm the guy that cuts the logs,
And I'm the guy that splits 'em
I stack the wood in nice straight rows,
And wait six months to burn 'em.
The sun, she warms my firewood pile,
And drives out all the water,
The wind blows through there all the while,
And carries away the moisture.
Bless the sun and bless the wind,
They make my wood much drier,
If they didn't have time to do their job,
The pile would be far higher.
My chimney don't fill up with soot,
My pipes don't drip black water,
I'm better off to burn dry wood,
Keeps me warm all through the winter.
I'm the guy that cuts the logs,
And I'm the guy that splits 'em,
It costs me nothing to get 'em dry,
The sun and winds assistin'.
(Armstrong/Gulland 1983)
