by Daniel Kelly – 2026
G Am G
Jim’s spoons are made frae fallen wood,
C D
There’s nay harm tae the tree,
G C G
Ten thousand cuts of axe and knife,
C D G
Create them carefully,
Sure you could buy a cheaper spoon,
Made in the factory,
But those they dinna have a soul,
As any fool can see,
D
From the makers hand,
C G
To the hand that uses,
C D
Lies our humanity,
G
For the happy soul,
Am G
Is the one that chooses,
C D G
Things made so lovingly.
A warrior was our man Jim,
He fought for life and land,
But now these children of the tree,
They grow at his command,
So contemplate the chips that fall,
And be gentle with mistakes,
For happy is the one that gives,
More than they ever take.