Lyrics

I remember the day my granddaddy died
Gone, gonna rise again
We dug his grave on the mountainside
Gone, gonna rise again
I was too young to understand
The way he felt about the land
But you could read his story in the lines on his hands
Gone, gonna rise again

Corn on the cob and apples in the bin
Gone, gonna rise again
Ham in the smokehouse, cotton in the gin
Gone, gonna rise again
Cows in the barn and pigs in the lot
You know, he never had a lot
But he worked like a devil for the little that he got
Gone, gonna rise again

Apple trees on the mountainside
Gone, gonna rise again
He planted the seeds before he died
Gone, gonna rise again
I guess he knew he never would see
The ripe, red fruit hanging from the tree
But he planted the seeds for his children and me
Gone, gonna rise again

High on a ridge above the farm
Gone, gonna rise again
I think of my people that have gone on
Gone, gonna rise again
Like trees that grows in the mountain ground
The storms of life have cut them down
But the new wood springs from the roots in the ground

Gone, gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again