Davíd Garza, Noelia Garza - Woodman, Spare That Tree lyrics
[Davíd Garza, Noelia Garza - Woodman, Spare That Tree lyrics]
Given the need we have
To think of preserving
All the beauty that has been given to us
I am drawn to this poem
"Woodman, Spare That Tree"
By George P morris
Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me
And I'll protect it now
'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near this cot
There, woodman, let it stand
Thy axe shall harm it not
That old familiar tree
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forebear thy stroke!
Cut not it's earth-bound ties
Oh, spare that aged oak
Now towеring to the skies!
When but an idlе boy
I sought it's grateful shade
In all their gushing joy
Here, too, my sisters played
My mother kissed me here
My father pressed my hand
Forgive this foolish tear
But let that old oak stand
My heart-strings round thee cling
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing
And still thy branches bend
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot
While I've a hand to save
Thy axe shall harm it not
To think of preserving
All the beauty that has been given to us
I am drawn to this poem
"Woodman, Spare That Tree"
By George P morris
Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me
And I'll protect it now
'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near this cot
There, woodman, let it stand
Thy axe shall harm it not
That old familiar tree
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forebear thy stroke!
Cut not it's earth-bound ties
Oh, spare that aged oak
Now towеring to the skies!
When but an idlе boy
I sought it's grateful shade
In all their gushing joy
Here, too, my sisters played
My mother kissed me here
My father pressed my hand
Forgive this foolish tear
But let that old oak stand
My heart-strings round thee cling
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing
And still thy branches bend
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot
While I've a hand to save
Thy axe shall harm it not