The sun drops behind the mountain, as the night comes rushing in.
It's like supper's almost ready, and mama's calling her children.
The moon has come upon us, see it shine without a rhyme.
Do you think if I'd been honest, it would have changed a thing?
Come closer, little darling, and I'll sing you this song.
This world will spin without us, we never did belong.
I spent twenty years in prison, cause I did not have a name.
By the time they let me go, everyone was called the same.
But I walked out as a scarecrow, with a brand new suit of clothes.
Now seeds everywhere I go, the ballin' chain still shows.
Come closer, little darling, I'm longin' for your touch.
It's better for us here now, where they don't expect so much.
There's an orchard out in this mountain, where the whitetail come to feed.
And apples grow on every tree, how many do we need?
The cabin is not far from here, if I remember right.
Can you fill your satchel with enough, to get us through the night?
I've traveled all my life, by foot and car and train.
And of all the things I learned, there's only two I can explain.
And that is heaven is the place, the holy seeker goes.
And hell is just a face, with two eyes that cannot close.
Come closer, little darling, there's autumn in the wind.
And I'll sing you anything tonight, if you will turn and spin.
There are people on this mountain, with their faces pale and drawn.
And they'll know I have returned, by our chimney smoke at dawn.
And if they ask you anything, of where we both have been.
Tell them I've been around the world, but now I'm back again.
Come closer, little darling, and let's not talk of sin.
There's a moon without a ring tonight, turn and spin, turn and spin.