My sister sent me to come and get you in,
It's time to take your dinner and you know you're to come in when
I can see you up on the highest limb
And the sky looks to be stormin' and you'll be cold by mornin'
When I returned without you, her head was filled with words
Her tongue could not withhold, see, so she let them fly to scold
I told I'd seen you up on the highest limb
She said the night was stormin' and you'd be dead by mornin'
Little sister where have you gone
In the night I hear you cryin' and the days are so damn long.
Sometimes I wish that I could've gone instead of you,
And I wonder if you were sittin' here, would you be wishin' that
The woods were damp and the air was green.
A beautiful spring morning, now what could serve as warning.
And I'd often seen it, rotten wood and broken bricks,
A long rope and a pail, and a hole going straight to hell.
And your big brother, you'd do anything to catch his smile
But you couldn't catch him runnin', so you'd just duck and hide
And I didn't hear you, I didn't even try
I was a hundred yards away and I thought you'd run off somewhere
The ground was clay, we dug a shallow grave.
And laid ourselves to sleep, there just outside the fields where
we once played.
And I remember, the way we mourned and cried
And tried to start the healing, but what the stone was revealing
was a lie ...
'Cause it was I.