smoke rises from where
we used to have a life
where we raised our kids
me and my resolute wife
now no one was lost
not even that stubborn old mule
what was lost can\'t be measured
the hand fate dealt was so cruel
gone are the tractors , the saddles and bits
shovels, rakes and all of the hoes
next years seeds and this years hay
trampled by fate , oh so it goes
as that smoke drifted eerily up
in the poignant hours of early dawn
so we too shall begin to rise up
start an honest rebuild , to carry on
there\'s one thing we\'ve learned
me and my passionate wife
that\'s not to take things for granted
in this fragile but wonderful life .