Lyrics

I knew him as a quiet man
He never said too much to me
But when he talked I always listened
And I learned when not to speak
Only when you've got something to say
Well there was one phrase that he'd always repeat
He'd say you've got a lot of wood to chop
Got a lot of wood to chop
But he wasn't talking trees
We've got to save the trees
He never said that he knew the way
We've got a long way
We've got along way to go
Got a long way to go
A lot of wood to chop
I'm gonna miss his melancholy
Gonna miss his spry point of view
Gonna long to hear him tell his stories
Of what he saw and what he had to do
Cause there's skyscrapers now
Where he walked upon fields
Beyond the moon man has made its way
He saw it all he saw so many changes
And this is all that he had to say
He'd say we've got a lot of wood to chop
Got a lot of wood to chop
But he wasn't talking trees
We've got to save the trees
He never said that he knew the way
We've got a long way
We've got a long way to go
A lot of wood to chop
I know he love me and he always did
Words he didn't have to express
I saw him with his great grandkids
Its in someones eyeys that love truly exists
So the irish say he got away got away
Back to a love that he truly missed
Aand this simple phrase that means so much
Well it couldn't have come from more honest lips
He said you've got a lot of wood to chop....