It's not fair for he was taken away Now his gone; he's really gone They cut his long life in a few seconds Then he fell and he died at the same spot he was born One by one they keep falling, condemned to stay down Their spaces are now taken by spots to sit down Under his shade I knew the meaning of hush Breathing with his lungs I found the cure for my madness But he's gone, now he's gone forever And we couldn't say good bye Reposing in his shadow I smiled to nature I enjoyed with him the delicate dance of wind They chopped his body with an ax in their hands Now we can buy him in the shape of a chair His family keeps getting smaller as his departure arrives