Weeds Of The Wood

Weeds Of The Wood

This poignant little song has a grain of truth which asks like a stone in the show.

Two verses of Weeds Of The Wood appear on Sid's album East Side Story

We go to the woods with our saws and our choppers,

Set to with a will, in earnest to hew.

All of our men have the same inclination;

To clear out the dead wood and bring on the new.

We strut on life's stage like a gallant young hero;

We exit all bent, with a rotten revue.

You may be clapped off, but in fact you're clapped out;

We must cut out the dead wood and bring on the new.

When a horse becomes old, why then it must be knackered;

When a hen becomes old it must go to the stew;

So comes the time when a man becomes useless;

We must chop out the dead wood and bring on the new.

All purpose has gone when a level has no spirit;

All purpose has gone when a driver can't screw.

All the old tools must be tossed on the scrap heap;

We must haul out the dead wood and bring on the new.

We came into life like a bright shining candle;

We soon became dim as the winds of life blew.

Now the wick has all gone, very soon we will snuff it;

The weeds of the wood must all pass from view.