Still November dawn breaks
He’s practicing his swing
He is old but Timberman walks
Steady it’s how he’s raised
Our land our love’s high prairie low
He’s a simple man and the wisdom shows
He spoke to me, says you’re
Timber in the making
His dog brown and gold
Wakes up with him, he’s loyal
But take it from me and
Mark this place with trees
This land is fire from yesterday’s toil
Our scars are reminders
From the wind and the wood
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
It’s not right for me it doesn’t feel right to me
These walls meant as a cage
The electric is serving me
I wanna see green towers
Red flowers, sun devour
This land, it’s your land it’s my land I’m home
I’m home I know that you’ll take it from me
And mark this place with trees
This land is fire from yesterday’s toil
Our scars are reminders
From the wind and the wood
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
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