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THE OLD FALLEN TREE TRUNK
Words and music by Lachlan Irvine
[C]/[G]/[D]/[G]/
There was an [G] old fallen tree trunk, lying [C] flat out on its side
On a [G] vacant block of land right next [D] door.
We were [G] young kids growing up, in a [C] little country town,
We were [D] working class, you could even call us [G] poor.
[G] We couldn't have the latest toys, my [C] clothes were hand me downs,
But with that [G] old tree trunk to play on, [D] life was never hard.
[G] I could be Davy Crockett, fighting [C] bravely to the end,
'Cause I [D] had my very own Alamo, right [G] next to my back yard.
We [C] had no need for playgrounds, [G] monkey bars or swings,
'Cause that [D] old fallen tree trunk could [G] be so many things. [C]/[G]/[D]/[G]/
[G] Standing on that mighty deck, with a [C] cutlass in my hand,
I was the [G] greatest pirate captain there could [D] be;
Or a [G] battleship commander, searching [C] with my telescope,
For [D] U-boats lurking in the cruel [G] sea.
[G] A cowboy or a soldier, Ned [C] Kelly or Robin Hood,
I could [G] be a different hero every [D] day;
With a [G] child's imagination, and that [C] tree trunk as our stage,
We [D] never could run out of games to [G] play.
We [C] had no need for playgrounds, [G] monkey bars or swings,
'Cause that [D] old fallen tree trunk could [G] be so many things. [C]/[G]/[D]/[G]/
[G] I'm living in the city now, and when my [C] son was two years old
We went [G] walking in the bush reserve out the [D] back.
[G] We found a fallen tree trunk, [C] lying on its side
Just a [D] little distance off the walking [G] track.
[G] That tree became our special place, [C] our secret cubby house,
We [G] went there nearly every single [D] day.
Then [G] one day it was gone, 'cause someone [C] thought it wasn't safe,
So the [D] council came and took that tree [G] away.
We [C] had no need for playgrounds, [G] monkey bars or swings,
'Cause that [D] old fallen tree trunk could [G] be so many things. [C]/[G]/[D]/[G]/
[G] I know you can't stop progress, [C] time does not stand still,
And we're [G] living in a different world to-[D]-day;
But [G] maybe something's lost, for the [C] safety that we've gained
When we [D] regulate the way our children [G] play.
We [C] had no need for playgrounds, [G] monkey bars or swings,
'Cause that [D] old fallen tree trunk could [G] be so many things.
We [C] had no need for playgrounds, [G] monkey bars or swings,
'Cause that [D] old fallen tree trunk could [G] be so many things. [C]/[G]/[D]/[G]
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My childhood family home in Dunedoo was next to a corner block that remained vacant all the years we lived there. On that
block was an uprooted tree trunk lying on its side, which became the focal point of play for my brothers and me, and for other
children in the neighbourhood.
To hear my home-made recording of this song, go to:
THE OLD FALLEN TREE TRUNK
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