Quietly the rain played down on last of the ashes. Quietly the light played down on her lashes. She smiled 'n twisted, she smiled 'n twisted. Hideously looking back at what once was beautiful.
Parapliers the willow dipped. Rolled roots gnarled like rakers. This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers. Don't fall by no jokers or fakers. Puller down to the stirrin' hay acres.