The Lumberjack
Here I rest forever cold
Ion, son of Znur, I’m called
Till my heart made its last throb
In the woods I did my job
Famous lumberjack I worked
Cutting beech and cutting oak
Widower since I was young
In full grief my life was flung
With three children I was left
Of joy haven’t been bereft
Two young girls and one young lad
Lots of help from me they had
But I left my life, behold
At 67 years old. 1938-2005
