With Sawdust As My Ashes Lyrics

The industry has crumbled

Succumbed to economic turmoil

At the behest of sordid flames

Tearing down tracts of livelihood

My grandfather built this mill

He carved it with his bare hands

And gave work to all of his sons

In the forests of Newfoundland

But now it sits a desolate husk

Rusting in decay, weathered waste away

Abandoned for more than a decade

Falling apart, ripped at the seams

My grandfather built this mill

He carved it with his bare hands

And gave work to all of his sons

In the forests of Newfoundland

Ugh!

With sawdust as my ashes

I shall fade slowly into the earth

Leaving nothing behind

But the nostalgia and a memory

I go to join my father

Beneath the dirt, above the aether

And my legacy will rot away

To be consumed by the roots of nature