[Verse 1]
In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of Heaven
About ten years too big to hold

[Chorus 1]
She don't get up when I come into the room
She don't run through the fields anymore

[Verse 2]
Built a fire in the kitchen
Made her bed by a stove
Took a walk to the graveyard
But, she didn't want to go

[Chorus 2]
She don't worry all them murders of crows
Even though they was always out of reach

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus 1]
She don't get up when I come into the room
She don't run through the fields anymore