Hold my hand and walk the ground softly
We don't want to wake the dead
Just want a little corn in our bread
And settle down, come on, Little Caney
You know the sun is sinking now
And we got to make it on out
To where your branches lay
[Chorus:]
Marked by the stones
And covered by wildflowers
Is family you've never known
Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones
I wish you could've been there when they all had souls
So much soul
Don't get lost in the tall, tall grass
It's grown as high as you
I can see the graveyard peeking through the trees
And the scattered monuments of your kin
Reunited in the dirt
Only absent the hurt
That living brings
[Chorus]
Looky here, Little Caney, honey, don't you cry
'Cause you know we['re] all going to die someday
And the hand of another you'll be holding tight
When you walk out to the site where I lay
[Chorus]
Yeah, where did it go?
[Chorus]
We don't want to wake the dead
Just want a little corn in our bread
And settle down, come on, Little Caney
You know the sun is sinking now
And we got to make it on out
To where your branches lay
[Chorus:]
Marked by the stones
And covered by wildflowers
Is family you've never known
Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones
I wish you could've been there when they all had souls
So much soul
Don't get lost in the tall, tall grass
It's grown as high as you
I can see the graveyard peeking through the trees
And the scattered monuments of your kin
Reunited in the dirt
Only absent the hurt
That living brings
[Chorus]
Looky here, Little Caney, honey, don't you cry
'Cause you know we['re] all going to die someday
And the hand of another you'll be holding tight
When you walk out to the site where I lay
[Chorus]
Yeah, where did it go?
[Chorus]