William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
[Verse 1]
I was born in these woods and these hills are my home
And the fields will be ready when the springtime comes
But I'm just here for a little while
I'm just here for a little while
[Chorus]
Like a tree by the river, I'm holding on
But everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
[Verse 2]
On a gravel road, bout a mile down
There's an old farmhouse with a fence around
The windows are broken and the roof is falling in
It's never going to be a home again
[Chorus]
Like shutters in the wind, I'm holding on
But everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
[Verse 3]
These gravestones are the ones that were here before
They're never going to live or love anymore
But we're just here for a little while
We're just here for a little while
[Chorus]
Like a deathbed man that can't hold on
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
Everything gets gone
Everything Gets Gone was written by William Elliott Whitmore.