The Road-Mirel Wagner

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