[ Featuring Wildwood Kin ]
One long year ago today
I stopped to hear a story told
Of how an old man was taken down to the roots below
She took my arm, we walked alone
We climbed across this open field
She didn't pause for breathe until this cross drew near
She sat down by this little mound
Softly she did weep and sigh
Come to me my father for I am lost inside
But since that time how things have changed
For this sweet girl who was my bride
She is laid down under close by her fathers side
I planted there upon her grave
The sacred seed of a willow tree
I pray it's long hard roots forever shelter me
One long year ago today
I stopped to hear a story told
Of how an old man was taken down to the roots below
