Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree

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