Mrs. Wurley - Humming House

Oh Mrs. Wurley where’s your son?

Is he finding his way by the stars of his gun?

Quiet and surly he walks with no shoes

He finds not a heart, nor a spade for some food

When will he yield his wandering wheels to the signs?

When will he give his sweet old soul the time?

To lay it down, oh lay it down

Lay it down, oh lay it down

On the mountainside, the mountainside

Where our prayers collide

On the mountainside

Sweet Mrs. Wurley what do you see

Out the old window beneath the arms of the tree?

Can you play his melody through the glass of memory?

Can you hear his whistling' hummin' home on the breeze?

When will he yield his wandering wheels to the signs?

When will he give his sweet old soul the time?

To lay it down, oh lay it down

Lay it down, oh lay it down

On the mountainside, on the mountainside

When will he yield his wandering wheels to the signs?

When will he give his sweet old soul the time?

To lay it down, oh lay it down

Lay it down, oh lay it down

On the mountainside, the mountainside

Lay it down, oh lay it down

Lay it down, oh lay it down

On the mountainside, the mountainside

Lay it down, oh lay it down

Lay it down, oh lay it down

On the mountainside, the mountainside

Where our prayers collide

With the mountainside