Well now the sky, it grows dark The night, it grows cold The winds, they blow sharp The year, it grows old
And all ends have their starts Every half has its whole There is fire in our hearts We'll have timber and coal Timber and coal
Well now the birds all fly south The animals will hide And we'll walk beneath the trees That have thrown off their leaves And stand naked by the riverside
And I swear I'll keep you warm If you keep the heart that you stole And we'll weather the storm We'll have timber and coal Timber and coal Timber and coal Timber and coal