We Are the Guests - Timberman

Still November dawn breaks he’s practicing his swing
He is old but Timberman walks steady it’s how he’s raised
Our land our love’s high prairie low he’s a simple man and the wisdom shows
He spoke to me, says you’re Timber in the making
His dog brown and gold wakes up with him, he’s loyal
But take it from me and mark this place with trees
This land is fire from yesterday’s toil
Our scars are reminders from the wind and the wood
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
It’s not right for me it doesn’t feel right to me
These walls meant as a cage the electric is serving me
I wanna see green towers, red flowers, sun devour
This land, it’s your land it’s my land I’m home
I’m home I know that you’ll take it from me
And mark this place with trees
This land is fire from yesterday’s toil
Our scars are reminders from the wind and the wood
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman
Timber Timberman

Written by:
Clay Graber

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