Rest in my good man, you wonder why? Weather bein', ain't so nice You crawled in to the ring Besides the cabin you crave fo' fleein' Yo' horses're fine in The norhern mountain basin's sold and dried Hearts are grievin', it ain't so right The weed that tumbles round will guide your way The golden hillside is where to die And i'll light your way into this night, you'll decide Race me up beside me, my ol' man You came in to being, in this is my den I'd carve you up and nicely in my tent You came into being, not a man Wolven man, warn this land Wolven man, warn this land