If they're going to make a shadow out of me, Well, I guess I'll be the shadow of that post oak tree In the forest by your house where we used to meet. If they're going to make a shadow out of me. If they're going to make a shadow out of you, Well, I hope to catch the briefest glimpse as you go passin' through As the shadow of the Lincoln we drove to school If they're going to make a shadow out of you. Lines will disappear as we grow darker, Darker than we planned for at the start. Light of morning will get even farther Until at last you can't tell us apart. So, if they're going to make a shadow out of us, Casting downward to the valley From an Appalachian bluff, I was born, and I loved you. I guess that was enough. If they're going to make a shadow out of us. If they're going to make a shadow out of us.