Chop That Wood

Will I ever hear a raven without the thought of you?
Yeah, maybe someday you will be out of my view.
How I hate to see you go but I know this is not the end
Yes I’ll see you again
Well, I’m not your mother and you are not my child
If I could only hold you but I can’t I know you’re wild
Bring a summer’s end with a hurricane.
I loved to hear you call my name
Chop that wood, build that fence
I know you loved me in some sense
Chop that wood, build that fence
I know you loved me, so thank you friend.
The lights go out, the rain comes back your way
You pack your car but I can’t ask you to stay
All the things that I would if I could but I know I can’t
This is the loneliest of days.