Matilda

Matilda with your calloused hands Where Will goes you will follow in search of better land Matilda never mind where you have been Forget about Missouri forget about your kin Matilda it's too bad your baby's gone But he's rested in his cradle by the river Neath a simple grave of stone Matilda musn't let Will see you cry Covered wagons keep on rolling never question or ask why Matilda work your fingers to the bone Read your Bible pray the Indians might spare you Till you and Will reach your new home