One Morning - Gillian Welch

One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun

What did I see ridin' out of the sun

On the road from Lexington

One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze

Down on his saddle, low to his knees

Comin' through my willow trees

Now closer, the terrible work of the gun

Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run

But I knew my wayward son

One mornin', one mornin' the boy of my breast

Came to my door unable to rest

Even in the arms of death