if you’re ever up my way, darlin’
call up the path yonder.
Look for the ached willow,
it’ll come wanderin’ down the fork,
‘n ask you, honest,
if’n left ain’t the best,
or if you’d prefer to right the right,
‘n it’ll seem so much like this here’s the end.
but choose,
walk on a while,
‘n tell me if it still matters more than anything.
if you’re ever up my way, darlin’
remember how much nature likes circles ‘n curves.
call up the path yonder,
see if I answer,
but know even if I don’t,
there ain’t a place you’ve gone that ain’t headed home.
‘n it ain’t the willow that does that.
