The Cedar River looks like a fountain
To strangers on the Raider’s Mountain;
But, when rain falls on Raider’s ridges,
The Cedar grows,
The water flows
Through rainbow bridges.

I have worked hard; I have shed tears;
I have been gone for thirty years.
I wonder now does Mother still
Live on the skirts of Cedarville?

Sometimes a dream gives me delight;
I picture things not in my sight;
It’s like the past is calling me;
I start to see fish swimming in my memory.

When someone dies, a sparrow flies;
The spirit has just wings and eyes.
I’ve told the Lord, “Don’t let life end;
I want to I spend
Some happy years at Snyder’s Bend.”