Glossary - Little Caney lyrics

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 Marked by 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 gra** 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 Marked by 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 Looky here Little Caney honey don't you cry 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 Marked by 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 Where did it go