Cinnamon Tree

You've got to seavey up a stang beneath that cinnamon tree

Give me half a breeze just across the sun

Gotta fetch me up a telescope

Fifteen yards of sturdy rope

And I'll tell you where that puppy dog has went

Now Betsy's head to railroad

And she's hopping cars

Betsy's board a great ship

And she lowers I see

She'll come riding back again

Soon as she smells that cinnamon

And I bury her sweet bones beneath that tree

She was my three legged dog

She was a three legged dog

She was a three legged dog

And I bury her bones

Out beneath that old cinnamon tree

I bury her bones

Out beneath that old cinnamon tree

Her mama seems to think she's gone for some kind of good

Papa says she's six feet underground

And I know she's alright

When I hear her howling in the moonlight

And it's a wild, lovely sound

It's not the body of the beast that holds her spirit

It's her spirit in itself which I adore

And it's her love

And it's her name

Not the confines of her frame

That makes me love her

Love her so much more

She was my three legged dog

She was a three legged dog

She was a three legged dog

And I bury her bones

Out beneath that old cinnamon tree

I bury her bones

Out beneath that old cinnamon tree