| Lyrics: | 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 stone.
Matilda, mus'nt let Will see ya cry
Covered
wagons keep on rollin'
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.
Matilda, just five-hundred miles to go
Ya know Will's so proud of you
Though
he never tells you so
Matilda, Matilda |
