Woods Of Sipsey

In the woods of

SipseyThe trees are so tall, an unscalable wall

So high and green

Oh beware in

SipseyThere’re snakes on the ground – they move with no sound

If you happen to venture in

In the woods of

SipseyNo lights after dark, except for the stars

That hang in space

When the air is misty

It hovers the glade with shadow and shade

It’s a backward, forsaken place!

And the mulberry river singswhere the birds still have room for their wingsthey fly… fly…. over my homedown in the woods of

SipseyThere’s a path in

SipseyThat leads to the graves where my ancestors lay

It comforts me

Just to know in

SipseyA light year from now, in this same hallowed ground

I’ll be resting in peaceful sleep

And the mulberry river will singwhere the birds still have room for their wingsthey’ll fly…. fly… over my homedown in the woods of

Sipsey