Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Gone, Gonna Rise Again

By Si Kahn
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I remember the year that my granddaddy died
Gone, gonna rise again
They dug his grave on the mountainside
Gone, gonna rise again
I was too young to understand the way he felt about the land
But I could read his history in his hand
Gone, gonna rise again

It's corn in the crib and apples in the bin
Ham in the smokehouse and cotton in the gin
Cows in the barn and hogs in the lot, you know, he never had a lot
But he worked like a devil for the living he got

These apple trees on the mountainside
He planted the seeds just before he died
I guess he knew that he'd never see, the red fruit hanging from the tree
But he planted the seeds for his children and me

High on the ridge above the farm
I think of my people that have gone on
Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground, the storms of life have cut them down
But the new wood springs from roots in the ground


  1. Just found this site...... wow! I will be here often!

    the songsinger, Illinois

  2. Cool! You're welcome anytime (obviously). You may find it easier just to go to my YouTube channel, though. It's where I post everything to begin with, I just repost it here. I'm not sure why, really.