COMING OF THE ROADS

(Billy Ed Wheeler)



Now that our mountain is growing

With people hungry for wealth

How come it's you that's a'going

And I'm left all alone by myself



We used to hunt the cool caverns

Deep in our forest of green

Then came the road and the tavern

And you've found a new love it seems



Once I had you and the wild wood

Now it's just dusty road

And I can't help but blaming your going

On the coming, the coming of the roads



Look how they've cut all to pieces

Our ancient poplar and oak

And the hillsides are stained with the greases

That burned up the heavens with smoke



You used to curse the bold crewmen

Who stripped the earth of its ores

Now you've changed and you've gone over to them

And You've learned to love what you hated before



Once I thanked God for my treasures

Now like rust, it corrodes

I can't help bur blaming you going

On the coming, the coming of the roads





Copyright Quartet Music, Inc. and Bexhill Music

from the singing of Judy Collins



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