Where the Red Fern Grows Page #6
Little Ann.
Little Ann.
Ann.
Little Ann.
Where is she?
She ain't in the barn, son.|Have you checked in the house?
I don't understand.
I prayed for both of my dogs.
And now they're both dead.
Your momma said|some prayers, too, Billy,
and 'cause of your dogs|those prayers were answered.
I need to get started.|Little Ann deserves a proper burial box.
Momma?
Do you think God|made a heaven for dogs?
I'm sure He did, Billy.
I'm sure He did.
If we want to get to Wagoner|by night, we better get going.
We're just about ready.
- You're supposed to sit in the back.|- Uh-uh.
I don't want to hear|any more out of either of you now.
I want you to just sit where|I told you. Here, hold that.
I want to hold Momma's hat.
I want to hold Momma's hat.
That's everything, Pa.
Can I go down the river|just one more time?
All right, son.
Don't linger.
Momma, Poppa.
Come here, hurry.
Ain't that something?
It's a red fern.
It's beautiful.
Maybe the Lord's|trying to tell you something, Billy.
They say only an angel|can plant those seeds.
and whenever that happened|those ferns never died,
and that spot was sacred forever.
I never made it|back to those mountains.
But I can still hear|the wind in the trees,
and the sounds|of my dogs baying at those coons.
rolling over the hills|under the moonlight.
I hope to go back one day.
To stand by the graves|of my dogs in that valley by the river.
where the red fern grows.
There was a time
When they played|for the love of the game
When a soldier gave his life
He knew it wasn't in vain
A time when a father offered
More than just his name
The promises they made
That was somewhere way back when
That's the way the world was then
When "I Love You" meant forever
Up until the very end
Not like the way that things are now
Where the lawyers write the vows
I want the kind of love our parents had
We can learn from them
The ways
The ways of way back when
There was a time when love
It's safe to say|that kind of thing don't happen today
It wasn't so long ago
And faith was more than just a word
That was somewhere way back when
That's the way the world was then
I want the kind of love our parents had
We can learn from them
The ways
The ways of way back when
If I could only go back again
Feeling love as we did then
If I could only go back
If I could only go back
To live in your heart again
To love and let life begin
To run free as the wind
Forever
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