Don’t follow me, on my way down
Old winding roads, full of thorns on the ground
Listen to the song the sweet piper plays
Just around the bend we will find the way

Mockingbird in a willow tree
Black hound standing right next to me
Summer breeze sings and calls my name
It’s too early for the seasons change

Don’t follow me, on my way down
Old winding roads, full of thorns on the ground
Listen to the song that the sweet piper plays
Just around the bend we will find the way

My brother lays in an open grave
Just past the brook on an winters’ day
Look at the trees how they bend and sway
Right past the moon is the light of day