theres always the creaks and the strangest sounds
 john brown’s body was never found
 but the locals see him walkin round
 
there’s a ‘for sale’ sign on the old farm roads
 there’s a silo empty and done for
 the place just aint the same no more
 
now its shinin all them different ways, crimson blues and yellow shades
 theres snow up in the way
 and those clouds still full of rain
 
there’s work in town or so they say
 just blessed to fill our hands today
 god knows if it will ever pay
 
and we fill our hands with wood and steel
 and grace is a woman we all long to feel
 you know someday we will…you know someday we will
 
there’s always the creaks and the strangest sounds
 john brown’s body’s up and walkin round
 countin all the riches that he’s found
 
and he throws it all in that wishing well
 made it home in the morning hail…there’s snow up in the way
 and those clouds still full a rain