From the forest itself comes the hand for the ax

Split this wilderness listen up this ain't where it's at

Clear a path so that you could find your way back

Chop 'em down, chop 'em down; chop 'em down, chop 'em down



Time flies by like clouds passing in the sky lifetimes hear and gone like the blink of an eye

March through this desert one-step at a time, march through the desert one step at a time



From the forest itself comes the handle for the ax,

Drop the staff Moshe rabbainu split the ocean in half,

March through the desert this ain't where it's at

Chop 'em down, Chop 'em down



Patterns engraved not so easily erased, still wandering trying to find your place

Playing the game I see pain on your face now a day's the yiddin like children sold as slaves

Strange ways running through the maze, strange ways always lost in the desert trying to

find to find your place lost in the desert trying to find your place