Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea - Gone, Gonna Rise Again lyrics
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I remember the year that my granddaddy died Gone, gonna rise again We dug his grave on the mountainside Gone, gonna rise again I was too young to understand The way he felt about the land But you could read his history in his hand Gone, gonna rise again Well, it's corn in the crib and apples in the bin Gone, gonna rise again Ham in the smokehouse and cotton in the gin Gone, gonna rise again It's 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 Gone, gonna rise again Those apple trees on the mountainside Gone, gonna rise again He planted the seeds just before he died Gone, gonna rise again 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 Gone, gonna rise again It's high on the ridge above the farm Gone, gonna rise again I think of my people that have gone on Gone, gonna rise again Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground The storms of life have cut them down But the new wood springs from the old in the ground Gone, gonna rise again Gone, gonna rise again Gone, gonna rise again