Gone, Gonna Rise Again Lyrics - Calling Me Home - Kathy Mattea

I remember the year that my granddad died 

Gone, gonna rise again 

They dug his grave on the mountainside 

Gone, gonna rise again 

I was too young to understand 

The way he felt about the land 

But I could read his history in his hands 

Gone, gonna rise again 

Corn in the crib and apples in the bin 

Ham in the smokehouse and cotton in the gin 

Cows in the barn and hogs in the lot 

You know, he never had a lot 

But he worked like a devil for the living he got 

These apple trees on the mountainside 

He planted the seeds just before he died 

I guess he knew that he'd never see 

The red fruit hanging from the tree 

But he planted the seeds for his children and me 

High on the ridge above the farm 

I think of my people that have gone on 

Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground 

The storms of life have cut them down 

But the new wood springs from the roots in the ground