Oooo (x3)

Winter's wood is cut

Three cord I have stacked out back of my house

This woodshed contains

All that I have done

And all that I must burn

Well, is it enough to eat on through bitter winds

Well, start the black stove now

Sap by tap from the trees

Spilling from my mouth

Filling up the bucket

What a mess, what a [?]

It's all that I have done

And I'm proud to call it mine

Well is it enough to make something sweet

Start the black stove now

Start the black stove now

Boil down the sap

Let the stove burn hotter

Every year another flame

Am I getting closer

Closer to being alonе

Am I getting older

Work like a rivеr stone

Oooo (x2)

Winter's wood is cut

And I don't know if it will last through the year

And this woodshed defines

What I am worth

And what am I worth?

Oh, come on, come on, come on

Start the black stove now