Back where there’s nothin’ aggervatin’ anymore,
Shet away safe in the wood around the old location—
Back where we used to be so happy and so pore!
I want to see Mirandy and help her with her sewin’,
And hear her talk so lovin’ of her man that’s dead and gone
And stand up with Emanuel to show me how he’s growin’,
And smile as I have saw her, ’fore she put her mournin’ on.
And I want to see the Samples on the old lower Eighty—
Where John, our oldest boy, he was took and buried, for
His own sake and Katy’s—and I want to cry with Katy