Adrian Crowley - The Hatchet Song

If there is a branch
In our orchard
That yields a crabapple, love
I will whistle
I will splinter
And reduce it to smithereens

And if there is a tree
In our orchard
That yields a bitter love
I will whistle
I will splinter
And reduce it to smithereens

And if there is a step
In our stairway
That rings untrue with our feet
I will whistle
I will splinter
And reduce it to smithereens

With a handle of hickory
In my hand
Engraved, "Beloved protector"
And a blade so eager
That nightly I've kept keen
And if there is a root
In this garden
That thrеatens our happy home
I will whistle
I will splintеr
And reduce it to smithereens