follow you down to the red oak tree
 as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
 i will wait for you there until [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 
 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