Under the tree's shade
At the edge of the wood
The shadow of a shape
Had me frozen where I stood
The axe is already lying by
The roots of the tree
How many of you know what
I mean when I say
"I'm not going to be the one
To pick it up and swing?"
At The Edge Of The WoodUnder the tree's shade At the edge of the wood The shadow of a shape Had me frozen where I stood The axe is already lying by The roots of the tree How many of you know what I mean when I say "I'm not going to be the one To pick it up and swing?" |