In the dark night stood
A tall, tall tree
Covered deep in a dark hood
An old, old tree

Its roots branched out
And spread in the sand
Reaching far, far out
Right in the middle of the land

The branches swayed in the wind
A thick trunk hit the floor, hard
The leaves were nowhere
For the tree was bare

There was a hole, a huge one
Leading inside the hollow tree
Sitting on a stool hidden from the sun
Was the iron man leaning over

He chopped and cut
Moulded the pieces of iron
Thud, smack and a krut
Working away in the night…