Well now the sky, it grows dark

The night, it grows cold

The winds, they blow sharp

The year, it grows old.

And all ends have their starts

Every half has its whole

There is fire in our hearts

We'll have timber and coal

Timber and coal.

Well now the birds all fly south

The animals will hide

And we'll walk beneath the trees

That have thrown off their leaves

And stand naked by the riverside.

And I swear I'll keep you warm

If you keep the heart that you stole

And we'll weather the storm

We'll have timber and coal

Timber and coal

Timber and coal

Timber and coal.