Storm passed by in a half-moon sky
I laid by the well to rest my eyes awhile

In Sheldon Churchyard
Sheldon Churchyard

I woke in a fright and there in the moonlight
Gullah woman whispered in the night
Son... son, what you doin here?
What you doin' here?

I said I'm so tired of the time I've wasted
There's been no joy in the life I've tasted
Since I been here
Since I been here

Can you help me put an ending 
To the ten-cent life I've been spending
'Fore [bad word] here

She said that you been seeking fortune and fame, son
Our two problems ain't the same, son
My nights are spent fightin' with the witchman
My days I mostly spend peelin' taters for the rich man

And [bad word] here to dig the sweet mayapple
Leave here in a tomb, so grapple
Put the root wanga on the high sheriff…
One high sheriff

I opened my eyes in a half-moon sky
And I thought I saw a goat hung high
And I thought I saw a black woman digging in the ground
Turn around and wave goodbye

From Sheldon Churchyard
Sheldon Churchyard
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