Woodman, Spare That Tree

from by Robin Grey

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From a poem by George Pope Morris (1830)

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Gm Gm F C
That old familiar tree,
Gm Gm C Am
Whose glory and renown
Gm Gm F C
Spread over land and sea,
Gm Gm C Am
And you would hew it down?

Dm Dm C C
Woodman, oh woodman, you must spare that tree!
Gm Gm Bb Bb
Touch not a single bough for in my youth it sheltered me,
Am Am Dm Dm
And I'll protect it now.

'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot:
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not!

My mother held me here;
and father pressed my hand
For all that we hold dear,
the old tree it must stand

We stand here in a ring,
Close as your bark, old friend!
Above the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.

credits

from From The Ground Up, released July 19, 2017
Tim Graham - Guitar and backing vocals
Chance Kellner - Violin and backing vocals
Naomi Wilkins - Flute and backing vocals
Robin Grey - Vocals, uke, bass, percussion and harmonium

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