Winter's wood is cut Three cord I have stacked out back of my house This woodshed contains All that I have done And all that I must burn Well, is it enough to eat on through bitter winds? Well, start the black stove now ♪ Sap by tap from the trees Spilling from my mouth Filling up the bucket What a mess, what a wealth lay at our feet It's all that I have done And I'm proud to call it mine Well, is it enough to make something sweet Start the black stove now ♪ Start the black stove now Boil down the sap Let the stove burn hotter Every year another flame Am I getting closer Closer to being alone? Am I getting older? Work like a river stone ♪ Winter's wood is cut And I don't know if it will last through the year And this woodshed defines What I am worth And what am I worth? Oh, come on, come on, come on Start the black stove now