Resurrection Fern

In our days we will live Like our ghosts will live... Pitching glass at the cornfield crows And folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road We'll keep everything... Grandma's gun and the black bear claw That took her dog When sister Laurie say

Resurrection Fern In our days we will live Like our ghosts will live... Pitching glass at the cornfield crows And folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road We'll keep everything... Grandma's gun and the black bear claw That took her dog When