You planted on the hill when you were young
The fence is still holding
The posts were set so long ago
The stories you told me
Echo inside my weary head
Lessons you taught me
Got me through when things turned bad
The shotgun is loaded
That hangs above the kitchen door
When you took sick we all knew
You wouldn't be around to protect us anymore
The birds are still singing
Our earthly cares don't worry them
Melodies from the trees
Come down through the leaves and limbs
We still have our songs
Let us sing them all day long
The hour of need is here indeed
This is how we'll carry on
The trees are growing You planted on the hill when you were young The fence is still holding The posts were set so long ago The stories you told me Echo inside my weary head Lessons you taught me Got me through when things turned bad The shotgun is loaded That hangs above the kitchen door When you took sick we all knew You wouldn't be around to protect us anymore The birds are still singing Our earthly cares don't worry them Melodies from the trees Come down through the leaves and limbs We still have our songs Let us sing them all day long The hour of need is here indeed This is how we'll carry on Explain Request ×
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