 Oh, the granny witch and herbalist have remedies for us. It's a tincture and a prayer poured down the holler of our guts. On the homestead and the pine beds we've grown our holy power. Laying bare like critters there hour by love and hour. Yeah, the sparrow on the wing taught me to sing for you. And the possum keeps your young closer than I do. I'm here for all the grief that I can stand.