On tin-can creek br where I stayed long br the woodsy mist br made up for wrongs br br Ragweed wove br my loving cup br as evening soaked br my sorrows up br br Burs and brambles br scored my skin br I made shift br to let them in br br Brown and thin br as autumn leaves br by tin-can creek br I came to be br br Now am old br and far from there br but tin-can creek br once heard my prayer.