When we go, how we go
Where we come from, we don't know
Still the sun shines down below
When we go, how we go
Rust inside our very marrow
Rust the fields and lights and lo'
When we go, how we go
Inch by inch and row on row
Record our lives in November snow
When we go, how we go
Though our trails are marked by sorrow
We still smile and say hello

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