In the dying embers of daylight I heard an old man cry Someone yelled bring water and a doctor Quickly run fetch your mother He needs the touch of a woman's hand on his brow I ran and stumbled through a cornfield And told my mother heavily breathin' Old Man Crawford's sick They want you and hurry Ma he's sick She ran I followed through the corn And burst through Crawford's kitchen door Pa a gasp close his eyes And wash his sweaty face clean...