Songtext von 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