LYRICS

THE TREADLE & THE TREE

Found a sapling Up on Cedar Hill Tied a cord To the window sill One end high One end low Pushing down To make the timber go

Spin it 'round Whittle it clean The muscle is the heart Of the machine A foot on the pedal And a hand on the steel Making something Out of nothing that is real

Wrap that rope Twice around the oak Watch the shavings Fly thick as the smoke The pole springs up The foot pushes down Turning square wood Into something that is round

Steady now Don't you rush Listen to the wood In the mountain hush Shape it true Shape it fair

Now I got a handle For the hammer and the hoe I built it just to watch The seasons go No steam power No wire in the wall Just a springy branch To answer to the call

Good and round Good and true