Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree

Follow you down to the red oak tree
 As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
 Will you wait for me there until someone comes?
 To carry me, carry me down
 See I have not, I have not grown cold
 I have stole from men who have stole from those
 With their arms so thin and their skin so old
 But you are young, you are young, you are young
 Then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell
 As though we could not be saved from the depths of the well
 But the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell
 To pay for the gossamer seeds
 Names get carved in the red oak tree
 Of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
 I will wait for you there with these cindered bones
 So follow me, follow me down
 Follow me, follow me down
 Follow me, follow me down
 Follow me, follow me down