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Follow you Down to the Red Oak Tree- James Vincent McMorrow.


Follow you down to the Red Oak Tree,
As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds,
Will you wait for me there until someone comes,
To carry me, carry me down.

See I have not, I have not grown cold,
I have stole from Men who have stole from those,
With there arms so thin and their skin so old,
But you are young, you are young, you are young.

And somebody laughs like it’s all just for hell,
As though we could not be saved from the depths of the well,
But a cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell,
To pay for the Gossamer seeds.

Names get carved in the red oak tree,
Of the ones who stay and the ones who leave,
I will wait for you there with these cindered bones,
So follow me follow me down,

Follow me, follow me down,
Follow me, follow me down,
Follow me, follow me down.