Gone, Gonna Rise Again

I remember the year that my granddad died
Gone, gonna rise again
They dug his grave on a mountain side
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 hands
Gone, gonna rise again.

Theres corn in the crib and apples in the bin
Its ham in the spook house and cotton in the gym.

Its cows in the barn and hearts in the line
But he worked like the devil for the living he got
Gone, gonna rise again.

These apple trees on the mountain side
Gone, gonna rise again
He planted the seeds just before he died
Gone, gonna rise again.

I guess he knew that hell never see
But he planted the seeds for his children and me
Gone, gonna rise again.

Its high on the ridge above the farm
I think of my people who had gone on
Gone, gonna rise again.

Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground
Storms of life have cut him down
But the new wood springs and the roots in the gal
Gone, gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again.