When the axe is sharp
The wood we split
The sky grows dark
The fire we lit
The night is cold
It bites our toes
We light the stove
And it burns as bright as gold
When the bucket's whole
Fill it with snow
Carry it home
Put it on the stove
I've never killed before
But when death is at the door
My stomach's getting sore
Make sure the water's warm
When the water's warm
Pull on the gloves
Its not with scorn
Its in love
And hold it down
Until it drowns
Let the body lay
On the stone cold ground and steam
When the soil has thawed
We fetch the spade
A hole we bored
The bones we lay
The kindest way they said
A sharp blow to the neck
Where the spine meets the head
With the back of a blunt axe head