Away back in the young bloke days
Us kids always had our chores~
And one of them was collecting cones
When winter was not far from our doors~
Endless pine cones in forest fall and roll
Down slopes on forest floor~
And lay about in endless amounts
The more we picked they'd fall more and more~
We almost all had a shed for them
With lots of drums to keep them in~
Or boxes large for storing them
As winter can be grim~
Pine cones burn and give such heat
They last the longest time~
With coals as red as red can be
And heated all so fine~
Where great for in the cooking stove
And open fire bright~
Homes where always nice and warm
Upon that winter windy night~
All summer time with billy carts
Us kids made endless trip to forest green~
And store them up by the shed then full
Fire fuel that was supreme~
Cleaning up the forest floor
At the same time we all did then~
Want not waste not was the code
In the harder times back when~
But how we did collect those cones
When we were just then boys so young~
And provided heat for all our homes
Till winter time was done~