Crawling from tree to tree, as they float on the mighty river of the Nete in the Antwerp Kemps !
Choir : He's a lumberjack and he's OK ! He sleeps all night and most of the day
I cut down trees, I eat my vegetable porridge, I don't go to the lavatory......
The giant Willows !
The Fir, The mighty Canadian Pine !
The smell of fresh wet timber ! The crash of mighty trees ! With my OmaMia by my side ....
We would sing, sing, sing ......
I'm a lumberjack and i'm OK ! I sleep all night and as I think of it also most of the day.
Choir : He's a lumberjack and he's OK ! He sleeps all night and most of the day
I cut down trees, I eat my vegetable porridge, I don't go to the lavatory......
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