From the recording Ditch Lilies
Lyrics
I have borne three daughters
And have known a single son
He was sweet as any
And had eyes like autumn
He was 18 summers
When they drove him off to war
And he died for something
On somebody's distant shore
It was early Friday
When they finally brought him back
He was buried Sunday
In the soil deep and black
And we planted flowers
For to grow upon his grave
And distilled our sorrows
Into water for them
Now the years have passed on
Like the trees he used to climb
It will be 18 summers
Come springtime