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follow you down to the red oak tree

 as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds

 i will wait for you 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 their arms so thin and their skin so old

 but you are young, you are young, you are young

 then somebody laughs like it’s all just for hell

 as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well

 but the cloth that i make is a cloth you can sell

 to pay for the gossamer seed

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