In the woods of Sipsey   The trees are so tall, an unscalable wall   So high and green   Oh beware in Sipsey   There’re snakes on the ground – they move with no sound   If you happen to venture in      In the woods of Sipsey   No lights after dark, except for the stars   That hang in space   When the air is misty   It hovers the glade with shadow and shade   It’s a backward, forsaken place!      And the mulberry river sings   where the birds still have room for their wings   they fly… fly…. over my home   down in the woods of Sipsey      There’s a path in Sipsey   That leads to the graves where my ancestors lay   It comforts me   Just to know in Sipsey   A light year from now, in this same hallowed ground   I’ll be resting in peaceful sleep      And the mulberry river will sing   where the birds still have room for their wings   they’ll fly…. fly… over my home   down in the woods of Sipsey