If you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down
Ready to cut you down
Sharpened to cut you down
Ready ato cut you down
These are the words of my master
No weak heart shall prosper
And whosoever dig a pit
Shall fall in it And who so ever dig at a pit
Shall fall in it Where dere is no wood
I say the fire goes out
So we'll have to cut you down Without a doubt
These are the words of my master
No weak heart shall prosper
And whosoever dig at a pit
Shall fall in it And whosoever dig at a pit
Shall fall in it If you are a big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down, well sharp
To cut you down
If you are a big tree
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down, well sharp
To cut you down, chop, chop