pairlee was a bastard childnborn in east tennesseenmama left her one day, granddaddy took her awaynngrandpa just tended his millnand he planted the corn in the fieldnpairlee works by his side, they sing up to the skynnpairlee, pairlee ndied under an apple treenone cold winter's night, the frost took her lifennthey'd walk through the woods at nightnholding hands, he'd let her leadndreamt of days without corn, prayed with hands that were wornnnthere's something about them woodsna child can never knownwhere the old fallen leaves go when they float down the streamnnpairlee, pairlee ndied under an apple treenone cold winter's night, the frost took her lifennand grandpa, he loved pairleenbut his mind was getting so oldnone night beneath that tree, pairlee fell asleepnnand grandpa just wandered aroundnin the dark down by the creeknit was mid december when her forgot hernnpairlee, pairlee ndied under an apple treenone cold winter's night, the frost took her lifennnow pa just sits in his yardnno corn to tend in his milln'neath that tree he finds shade, right where pairlee laid