Miss Anna
Fish Fisher, EmiSunshine, Alisha Hamilton
Deep in the red, red clay.
My bones are heavy
And my hands are bare
This cold world I have no care
Chorus
Lay low Miss Anna lay low I say
Of this sorrowful sight
Won't you please gaze away
We'll set our hands to diggin in those graves
Those tiny little graves,
Tiny little graves
Roses deep piled on the clay
I'll let the birds fly me away.
I'll lie right here until I die
Near those tiny graves I'll lie
Chorus
Our babes were but a dozen pounds
When the trees shook hard
And laid them down.
The summer wind blew wild around.
Chorus
I left four coins shiny and bright
To cover their eyes, their cold still eyes,
No longer cry, no tears tonight.
Death demands we pay his price
I saved back two to close mine too
To pay the ferryman his dues
As we travel from our graves
Me and my tiny little babes
Chorus
To Heaven's brighter shores we go
Where we will weep no weep no more
And ne'er remember earth's fleeting days
And that red, red seizing, seizing clay.