Goin Back to Harlan


There where no cuckoos, no sycamores 
We played about the forest floor 
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky 
We popped the heads off dandelions 
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes 
Rested on the riverbank 
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by 

Frail my heart apart 
And play me a little shady grove 
Ring the bells of rhymney 
Till they ring inside my head forever 
Bounce the bow, rock the gallows 
For the hangman’s reel 
And wake the devil from his dream 
I’m going back to Harlan 
I’m going back to Harlan 
I’m going back to Harlan 

And if you were Willie Moore 
And I was Barbara Allen 
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door 
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love 
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love 


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