Coffins Made Of Cedar

In a mountain town where the snow runs deep
They carve the coffins the old way to keep
From cedar trees with a resin smell
That masks the truth of the tale they tell

Each box is made for a soul gone cold
Some too young some too old
But the wood don't care for the age or name
It closes the chapter all the same


Coffins made of cedar lined with pine
Hold the stories that were never mine
But the scent of sap and the sound of nails
Still haunt the road and the winter trails


I once helped build one for a friend I knew
Hands were steady but my heart broke through
And when the lid closed I swore that day
I'd ride 'til the cedar called my way


Some men fear hell some fear the rope
I fear the smell that kills all hope
Cedar in the wind and the sky gone wide
Means someone's gone for the final ride


Coffins made of cedar lined with pine
Hold the stories that were never mine
But the scent of sap and the sound of nails
Still haunt the road and the winter trails


So if you smell that cedar smoke
Say a prayer for the one it cloaks