the hay hung low

where the road leads I will go

and it's a hard and a crooked life

when you're a dead man's unwedded bride

the hay moves slow

where the road leads no one knows

and it's a hard and a crooked life

when you're a dead man's unwedded bride

down by the road sits a man

who's gray and old

says the hardest thing I know

is to see your loved ones go

down goes the road

where the wildflowers grow

there's a lake that's dark deep and cold

there I shall lay my bones

down I go

gonna lay my bruised bones

and the hardest thing they'll know

just let go

just let me go