In the hollow wood, there lived an owl
She kept her eyes set on the south
But when the morning sun did rise
She turned her head to see the sights
Of the golden sunlight
And the way it painted the sky
Each living creature, both pure and good
Made a home in the hollow wood
High o'er the owl, there lived a crow
He laughed and called to creatures below
And all his treasure he did stow
The joys of courtship to know
In the goldеn sunlight
And the way it painted the sky
Each living creature, both pure and good
Made a home in the hollow wood
A young red squirrel also did play
Ran with her kin from break of day
From skyward spring to knotted base
She everywhere did give them chase
In the golden sunlight
And the way it painted the sky
Each living creature, both pure and good
Made a home in the hollow wood
Into the wood one day did come
A logging man of axe and gun
He set his eyes upon that tree
And said full felled ye soon shall be
For I must keep my family dry
And keep my children warm at night
I seek no pelt nor flesh to eat
But come o' wood along with me
Through the golden sunlight
And the way it painted the sky
Each living creature, both pure and good
Made a home in the hollow wood
And so he hewed with all his might
Until at length the axe fell quiet
The creatures having fled the din
Returned to where their home had been
In the golden sunlight
And the way it painted the sky
Each living creature around there stood
And bade farewell to the hollow wood