In our days, we will live   Like our ghosts will live   Pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes   Like stubborn boys across the road   We'll keep everything   Grandma's gun and the black bear claw that took her dog   And when sister Lowery says Amen, we won't hear anything   The ten-car train will take that word, that fledgling bird   And the fallen house across the way   It'll keep everything   The baby's breath, our bravery wasted and our shame      And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire   Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire   All the more pair of under water pearls   Than the oak tree and its ressurection fern      In our days we will say what our ghosts will say   We gave the world what we saw fit and what'd we get   Like stubborn boys with big green eyes   We'll see everything   In the timid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzards wings      And we'll undress by the ashes of the fire   Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire   All the more pair of under water pearls   Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern