LAMOILLE RIVER

by John Nutting



They're cleaning up our river, sterilizing our stream

It will be the purest that you've ever seen

You can run it in your bathtub, even drink it too

They're changing the Lamoille from dirty brown to blue



She wanders down through Hardwick, slides around the bend

Eats away at the print shop and the cleaner's, my friend

Still we love her dearly, even though she smells

What'll we do with our sewage? We've already filled our wells



They dammed her up in Morrisville, made a little lake

Old folks sit around her, their pleasure to take

The trout would like to live there, but the taste is much too

strong

One drink of Lake Lamoille, and they'd all be dead and gone



There's one good thing about her, she does it every spring

Overflows her banks to deposit many things

Upon the farmer's fields and in the maple wood

Our river only needs to be better understood



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recorded by Sandy and Caroline Paton

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