[Draft of Song Lyric]

My father’s three sisters have gone to their rest

Not one of them getting an easy way out

And led there by loving and hard living men

Returning at last to my grandmother’s breast

My father’s three brothers all did their best

Trying to do well for better or worse

Survivors destroyed by salvation in wars

Returning at last to my grandmother’s breast

The father I knew has been long in the dust

And the snow that I knew that he never would leave

And my brother and I will follow in dreams

Returning at last to my grandmother’s breast

My children can’t live as we did in the West

My children won’t have any right of return

I ran from the love of the land and the blood,

Returning no more to my grandmother’s breast.

I want them to know that we did what we must,

Going back to the red clay and moss of the South

Reducing the wind and the sand to these words

Returning at last to my grandmother's breast