The trees are so tall, an unscalable wall
There're snakes on the ground "“ they move with no sound
If you happen to venture in
No lights after dark, except for the stars
It hovers the glade with shadow and shade
It's a backward, forsaken place!
And the mulberry river sings
Where the birds still have room for their wings
They fly... fly... over my home
Down in the woods of Sipsey
That leads to the graves where my ancestors lay
A light year from now, in this same hallowed ground
I'll be resting in peaceful sleep
And the mulberry river will sing
Where the birds still have room for their wings
They'll fly... fly... over my home
Down in the woods of Sipsey