On an old dirt road
By a railroad track
A child was born
In a rundown shack
Now all that's left
Is a memory
Of a lullaby
On his mama's knee
If you've got a bell, ring it
Tell the story
If you've got a song, sing it
Don't give up your dreams of glory
Called back too soon
This delicate flower
He was by her side
In her final hour
And when he knew
She was gone for good
He carved her words
In sugar pine wood
She lies asleep
On yonder hill
In the dead of night
When all is still
He can hear her voice
So clear and plain
From the other side
This sweet refrain