Deaver's Crossing

He walked the road with his back all bent

Ever since the accident

Leaning on his walking cane

He kept walking just the same

Deaver's gone from the crossing

No one now keeps the ford

From the banks of Jeremiah's run

Off into the setting sun

He was there through the darkest nights

The gypsy moth and the chestnut blight

The market crash and the teapot dome

He was there when the boys came home

Deaver's gone from the crossing

No one now keeps the ford

From the banks of Jeremiah's run

Off into the setting sun

He was there when Uncle Sam

Took away the neighbors' land

To make that Shenandoah Park

The Woods got thick and the woods got dark

Start walking back towards town

Retrace your steps as you go

Keep walking, watch the ground

It's there somewhere I know

Deaver's gone Mrs. Deaver, too

Finer folk you never knew

With smiles for all you passers by

And in the churchyard now they lie

So, when you fish that March brown hatch

Won't you share your morning's catch

With those whose ground you walked across

May their memory be not lost

Deaver's gone from the crossing

No one now keeps the ford

From the banks of Jeremiah's run

Off into the setting sun