Lyrics
On an old dirt roadBy a railroad trackA child was bornIn a rundown shackNow all that’s leftIs a memoryOf a lullabyOn his mama’s kneeIf you’ve got a bell, ring itTell the storyIf you’ve got a song, sing itDon’t give up your dreams of gloryCalled back too soonThis delicate flowerHe was by her sideIn her final hourAnd when he knewShe was gone for goodHe carved her wordsIn sugar pine woodShe lies asleepOn yonder hillIn the dead of nightWhen all is stillHe can hear her voiceSo clear and plainFrom the other sideThis sweet refrain