Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree

Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree - James Vincent McMorrow

Follow you down to the red oak tree

As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds

Will you wait for me there until someone comes

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 hell

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 seeds

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