Ten miles in the distance
You can hear the woodmen work:
    Block - block - block.

Wispy wind whisper, top-trees'
Chorus backed by birds:
    Kvirt - kvirt - kvirt.

Smoke-aired bungalows a-humming
belling dogs runny ran:
    Arf - arf - arf.

:Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da

Pausy noon with coffee
Voices mingle in my ears:
    Plap - plap - plap.

On a further lake
I'm lightly filled with grand sincere:
    Pow - ah - pow-

Going back to work
The woodmen's week's a whining wheel:
    Round - round - round.

Wood is very strange, ring years
And shoulder up your load:
    And so you come back!
    And so you came back!

Saw the woodmen working on a road
Whose name was grow.
    Grow through time.
    Grow from here to here.

Everyone is gone
I see their gallows in the heart.
    They never begin.
    They never start.