William Elliott Whitmore — Everything Gets Gone lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Everything Gets Gone" by William Elliott Whitmore.
Lyrics
I was born in these woods
these hills are my home
the fields will be ready when the springtime comes
I’m just here for a little while
Like a tree by the river I’m holding on but everything gets gone
On a gravel road about a mile down
there’s an old farm house with a fence around
the windows are broke and the roof is falling in it’s never gonna be a home again
Like the shutters in the wind I’m holding on but everything gets gone
These grave stones of the ones that were here before
they’re never gonna live or love anymore
we’re just here for a little while
we’re just here for a little while
Like a death bed man that can’t hold on everything gets gone