Everything Gets Gone - William Elliott Whitmore

I was born in these woods, and these hills are my home

And the fields will be ready when the spring time comes

But I’m just here for a little while

And I’m just here for a little while

Like a tree by the river I’m holding on

But everything get gone

But everything get gone

On a gravel road, bout a mile down

There’s and old farm house with a fence around

The windows are broken the roof is falling in

Its never going to be a home again

Like shutters in the wind I’m holding on

But everything gets gone

But everything gets gone

These grave stones are the ones that were here before

They’re never going to live or love anymore

Were just here for a little while

Were just here for a little while

Like a deathbed man that can’t hold on

Everything gets gone

Everything gets gone

Everything gets gone

Everything gets gone