Gone, Gonna Rise Again Lyrics

I remember the year that my granddad died Gone, gonna rise again They dug his grave on the mountainside Gone, gonna rise again I was too young to understand The way he felt about the land But I could read his history in his hands Gone, gonna rise again
Corn in the crib and apples in the bin Ham in the smokehouse and cotton in the gin Cows in the barn and hogs in the lot You know, he never had a lot But he worked like a devil for the living he got
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/gone-gonna-rise-again-lyrics-kathy-mattea.html ] These apple trees on the mountainside He planted the seeds just before he died I guess he knew that he'd never see The red fruit hanging from the tree But he planted the seeds for his children and me
High on the ridge above the farm I think of my people that have gone on Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground The storms of life have cut them down But the new wood springs from the roots in the ground
Gone, gonna rise again Gone, gonna rise again Gone, gonna rise again