Come together men of wood   Burning sunsets where you stood   Like three hats lying in the snow   There's nowhere left for you to go      Light escaping through the door   Leaking pain across the floor   There's nothing more for me to say   Men of wood turn white to grey      Sweet men of wood      Men of wood   Where you stood      An old man sitting beside the pier   Prepared himself to disappear   He raised his head for one last look   Then closed his eyes and left the book      Sweet men of wood