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