For A Straggling-Stalk Of Green Corn

With barely a whisper I was almost blown over Like a straggling-stalk Of green corn, I'm bent But I'm strong, and I'll Bounce back and sparkle Like a bangle of gold. O' with barely a whisper I was almost blown over By that towering boy Who left his father's farm? To be a soldier Who looks over his shoulder? 'Counting the days' till I get older. O' with barely a whisper I was almost blown over When he whispers my name And carves a tree, with his- And my name! With a heart, an arrow shot through. O' he'll holster his gun And he'll be gone! But with barely a few seconds in delay, When I come of age, he'll return. Like the crows in the corn Like the crows in the corn. With a band of gold He'll return and tear off Those old army clothes O' and with barely a whisper I fly away, he'll desert that army For a straggling stalk of green corn Thanking every day we are born to fly away.