Gone, Gonna Rise Again Lyrics

I remember the year my grandaddy died (Gone, gonna rise again) They dug his grave on a mountainside (Gone, gonna rise again) I was too young to understand The way he felt about the land But I could read his history in his hands (Gone, gonna rise again) Corn in the crib and apples in the bin Ham in the smokehouse, cotton in the gin Cows in the barn and hogs in the plot You know he never had a lot But he worked like the devil for the little he'd got Those apple trees on the mountainside He planted the seeds just before he died I guess he knew he'd never see The red fruit hanging from the tree But he planted those seeds for his children and me High on a ridge above the farm I think of my people that have gone on Like a tree that grows in the mountain ground The storms of life have cut them down But the new wood springs from the roots underground