Текст песни
Morning mist across the pines
Axe in hand, the forest shines
One clean swing, the timber falls
Nature answers every call
Load the wagon, clear the trail
Follow quiet woodland rails
Handcar rolling through the green
Peace in every passing scene
Morning mist across the pines
Axe in hand, the forest shines
One clean swing, the timber falls
Nature answers every call
Far beyond the noisy town
Sunlight filters softly down
No more rush and no more race
Only this unhurried place
