| Follow you down to the red oak tree
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| As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
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| Will you wait for me there until someone comes
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| To carry me, carry me down
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| See I have not, I have not grown cold
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| I have stole from men who have stole from those
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| With their arms so thin and their skin so old
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| But you are young, you are young, you are young
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| Then somebody laughs like it’s all just for hell
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| As though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
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| But the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell
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| To pay for the gossamer seeds
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| Names get carved in the red oak tree
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| Of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
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| I will wait for you there with these cindered bones
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| So follow me, follow me down
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| Follow me, follow me down
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| Follow me, follow me down
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| Follow me, follow me down |