In the woods of Sipsey The trees are so tall, an unscalable wall So high and green Oh beware in Sipsey There?re snakes on the ground ? they move with no sound If you happen to venture in In the woods of Sipsey No lights after dark, except for the stars That hang in space When the air is misty It hovers the glade with shadow and shade It?s a backward, forsaken place! And the mulberry river sings Where the birds still have room for their wings They fly? fly?. over my home Down in the woods of Sipsey There?s a path in Sipsey That leads to the graves where my ancestors lay It comforts me Just to know in Sipsey A light year from now, in this same hallowed ground I?ll be resting in peaceful sleep And the mulberry river will sing Where the birds still have room for their wings They?ll fly?. fly? over my home Down in the woods of Sipsey