We'll be leaving at first light.
Mama's buying you a mockingbird
to lull you through the night.
We'll cross the dam by morning,
here's a blanket for you to shake
They're building down in Georgia,
daddy hears we'll find work there
And the mockingbird can't sing
like the crying of a dove
I can't tell my daughters
all the things that I'm scared of
I am not afraid of that bright
to leave the ones you love
They'll work for the working man,
just one more empty mill.
Hard times in Rockingham,
Crows are in the kitchen,
Our father's land of Eden
And the mockingbird can't sing
like the crying of a dove
I can't tell my daughters
all the things that I'm scared of
I'm not afraid of that bright
to leave the ones you love
Her husband's got some land
thinks that they can make us stand
It's a hard life of working
with nothing much to show
It's a long life of leaving
And the mockingbird can't sing
I can't tell my daughters
all the things that I'm scared of
I am not afraid of that bright
