There's tombstone in a snowy field

Close by an old ghost town

The epitaph's been weather-blown away

There's a belltower where petitions peeled

It's been half torn down

But it must have softened every soul that came to pray



There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass

And wounded walls

The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds

There's a picture-graduation class

Staring down deserted halls

"THE HOPE OF 44" is what it reads



It's just a s if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away

It's just as if those dreams had never been but oh-

I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say

They've come back home to dream those dreams again