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 of stone
Matilda, musn't let Will see you 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
'Til you and Will reach your new home
Matilda, just five hundred miles to go
You know Will's so proud of you
Though he never tells you so
Matilda, Matilda