THE LUMBER SONG

by Gina Forsyth (1996)

I am looking out my window
At a pile of fallen lumber
I'm awakened from my slumber
By the sound of falling lumber

All that lumber
All that lumber
Whatcha gonna do with
All that lumber (2x)

Found the man who owns the land
Who paid the men to cut the lumber
At his sawmill he was standing
I just couldn't help but ask him

He said I'm building wooden houses
Wooden fences, wooden walls
Picket gates and lots of space
And little islands for us all

Big enough for all your gadgets
Big enough for your TV
And cause I own the TV station
Evening news will let me be

So how'd ya get those wooden houses
Wooden fences, wooden walls
Cut the forest on the mountain
Cut it till that mountain's bald

If lumber falls and no one's watching
Will it matter anyway
The loudest silence in the forest
Is what that lumberman won't say

So cut the forest on the mountain
Picket fences, wooden walls
Insulation, Isolation
And little islands for us all

Give me peace and give me quiet
It's all wanted anyway
The loudest silence on TV
Is what that evening news won't say

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