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Follow you down to the red oak tree As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds Will you wait for me there until someone comes? To carry me, carry me down See I have not, I have not grown cold I have stolen from men who have stolen from those With their arms so thin and their skin so old But you are young, you are young, you are young Then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell As though we could not be saved from the depths of the well But the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell To pay for the gossamer seed Names get carved in the red oak tree Of the ones who stay and the ones who leave I will wait for you there with these cindered bones So follow me, follow me down Follow me, follow me down Follow me, follow me down Follow me, follow me down Aus Songtexte Mania