White Corn Graves

Let me take you to a place in old Tennessee

Let me tell you a story my mother told me

It's a story so sad and yet it's a wonder

Of the silent cries that roll on like thunder

It's a story 'bout babies that never knew mother

They were laid 'neath the knife and the earth buried under

Many a years them babies did slumber

Now there's corn in the field where the little ones were laid

But the sweet silent laughter of children remain

And the place that they're buried is oft times remembered

'Cause the corn there grows white as the snow in December

When the children were born and they took their first breath

They were scarred with affliction so sentenced to death

But now in Heaven they sing with The Savior so tender

While the corn still grows white as the snow in December

Now people will swear and they'll tell you today

About the white corn that grows over that grave

And it haunts me to think, but I'll always remember

The corn that grows white as the snow in December

Yeah, the corn still grows white as the snow in December