In the woods of 
SipseyThe trees are so tall, an unscalable wall
So high and green
Oh beware in 
SipseyThere’re snakes on the ground – they move with no sound
If you happen to venture in
In the woods of 
SipseyNo 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 singswhere the birds still have room for their wingsthey fly… fly…. over my homedown in the woods of 
SipseyThere’s a path in 
SipseyThat leads to the graves where my ancestors lay
It comforts me
Just to know in 
SipseyA light year from now, in this same hallowed ground
I’ll be resting in peaceful sleep
And the mulberry river will singwhere the birds still have room for their wingsthey’ll fly…. fly… over my homedown in the woods of 
Sipsey