Paroles de Millport

I know of this place If you stay for a while You never quite feel the same There's something about the fresh water and pine Revealed by its Indian name The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand And shelters the forest below The north winds whisper a howling refrain So follow them where they go Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roaming A reminder from old, you can always go back home Millport remains as a witness to change But somehow shows none of its own The old shops are closed and the water wheel's dry But some still call it home The old timers strive to remember the days Before them rigs shook the road And farther back grow patriot graves Belied by those crooked stones Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roaming A reminder from old, you can always go back home Yeah, waters rise like the cares of the world But that old mill remains Imploring you to remember if you pass this way again Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roaming A reminder from old, you can always go back home Like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roaming A reminder from old, you can always go back home