Maple Sap

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 wealth lay at our feet 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 alone? Am I getting older? Work like a river stone 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