Story
This is total fiction inspired by an old snap shot given to me sometime ago. The shot has been sitting in a picture frame holder at my computer for the last 4 years or more begging for it's story told.
Steven Skollar On Mandolin
Woodchuck And Crow ~ Year Of First's
04:45
Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Lyrics
Woodchuck And Crow
Words and Music
Pamme Swan
He was born on a cold March morn
His momma died the very same day
Raised by a frenchie lumberjack
In a mists of a mountains haze
No sound came from his tiny lips
When crow flew in from the sky
Woodchuck crawled up from his dirty dirt de
And sang an indian lullaby
What do you know
Wood chuck and crow
Together you are fine company
How do you know
Wood chuck and crow
How best friends come to be
Winters in the north white woods
Come to be about three years long
It's a hard cold spell with out a tune
From a mother or a spring bird song
Warmed by a stove of burning oak
The boy with his animals grew
They feasted on moose steak berries and buns
And drank cups of hazel dew
What do you know
Wood chuck and crow
Together you are fine company
How do you know
Wood chuck and crow
How best friends come to be
Winter finally melted away
When frenchie hung up his axe
And he moved them from his old log home
To plant honey wheat and flax
In a green summer village square
The boy was left with his pets
And the town's folk pursed their holy lips
And found the boy hard to forget
What do you know
Wood chuck and crow
Together you are fine company
How do you know
Wood chuck and crow
How best friends come to be
On a timothy hill out side of town
Lived a man with a picture box
With lights and magic mirrors inside
He got the town's first black and white shots
Shots of spinster ladies
And sunsets all aglow
And the boy beside a great clay urn
with his woodchuck and crow.
What do you know
Wood chuck and crow
Together you are fine company
How do you know
Wood chuck and crow
How best friends come to be
Legends linger soft and sweet
They were gone fore the first snow fell
A great black bear carried them back
To the woods he loved so well
And the man with the magic picture box
Has the only shot I know
Of the smiling boy and the company
Of his wood chuck and crow