Vārdi: Kate Campbell. Wrought Iron Fences.

Tangled vines cover the lattice
They creep and crawl around the house
Nobody lives there
Only ghosts hang around

I have seen hope and glory fade away
I?ve heard old folks talk of better days
And all that?s left to guard the remains
Are wrought iron fences

Sarah Mae bore two children
One died at birth and one at Shiloh
Now they?re on a hill long forgotten
Carved in stone

Years go by and everything changes
But nothing does