I was born in these woods And these hills are my home And the fields will be ready When the springtime comes But I'm just here for a little while I'm just here for a little while Like a tree by the river I'm holding on Everything gets gone Everything gets gone On the gravel road, oh about a mile down There's an old farm house with a fence around The windows are broken, the roof is falling in It's never going to be a home again Like shutters in the wind I'm holding on Everything gets gone Everything gets gone These grave stones of the ones that were here before They're never going to live or love any more We're just here for a little while We're just here for a little while Like a death bed man who can't hold on Everything gets gone Everything gets gone Everything gets gone Everything gets gone