The Woodsman - Lyrics - Urusen

You only wanted to, to be around Or have around you no more than the sound Of branches bowing to two fallen leaves You wipe your brow And then roll up your sleeves and go home And in the dawn you march a while And you make sure That your walk’s worth the mile Throw off this shoulder onto the pile Split with your axe That cracks with a smile of its own Gather as you roam - take what you get home Smoke will coil and comb around your hand Changing as the man So switch the smile for the scowl Trade in the blackbird for the owl And if there’s history, it will be yours You drink it swiftly And wonder the causes of wars Gather as you roam - take what you get home Smoke will coil and comb around your hand Changing as the man And as you march down through the trees A whisper reaches on the breeze A golden stroke across the sky An old and broken passer by But you wear faces you can’t hide The greet is met with no reply We never look dead in the eye We’ve never said a good goodbye Gather as you roam - take what you get home Smoke will coil and comb around your hand Changing as the man