Follow You Down To The Red Oak Tree
Follow you down to the red oak treeAs the air moves thick through the hollow reedsWill you wait for me there until someone comesTo carry me, carry me down
See I have not, I have not grown coldI have stole from men who have stole from thoseWith their arms so thin and their skin so oldBut you are young, you are young, you are young
Then somebody laughs like it's all just for hellAs though we could not be saved from the depth of the wellBut the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sellTo pay for the gossamer seeds
Names get carved in the red oak treeOf the ones who stay and the ones who leaveI will wait for you there with these cindered bonesSo follow me, follow me downFollow me, follow me downFollow me, follow me downFollow me, follow me down