Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Anton, Kimock, Roland, Murphy, Fierro, Vega
A Zero song written by Robert Hunter.
Devil took an axe and ground it keen
Test it with a hair and it cut through clean
Devil played song with the horse and bow
Made it sing like a poor damn soul
Finished the tune, climbed the stair
To get him a breath of that clean fresh air
Breeze so clean, it made him sneeze
So he took his axe and felled some trees
Ain't hard to figure, no mystery
When the forest dies, then so do we
A little better, but still too pure
For the devil's nose, and that's for sure
So he got to chopping till the air turned gray
But his nose still twitched 'cause he's made that way
Went back down and sent some souls
With number nine sacks to gather the coals
They pilled them hot, they piled them high
And brought a tear to the devil's eye
Ain't hard to figure, no mystery
When the forest dies, then so do we
No place like home, they heard him say
I'd fix it all if I had my way
Cut down the woods, muck up the streams
Harrow it out, it's the land of my dreams
Ain't hard to figure, no mystery
When the forest dies, then so do we
Ain't hard to figure, no mystery
When the forest dies, then so do we
Ain't hard to figure, no mystery
When the forest dies, then so do we
Ain't hard to figure, no mystery
When the forest dies, then so do we
| Recordings | |||||
| Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
| 1996 | If A Tree Falls | Zero | |||