(anna mccarrigle)



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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