[Herr-Berbunch]

Thanks you for your apology, for a moment there I thought there were too many lumberjacks . . .

Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the rivers of British Columbia,
The giant redwood, the larch, the fir, the mighty scots pine,
The smell of fresh cut timber,
The crash of mighty trees,
With my best girlie by my side,
We'd sing, sing, sing . . .