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Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Song language: English
Millport |
I know of this place if you stay for a while |
You never quite feel the same |
There’s something about the freshwater and pine |
Revealed by its Indian name |
The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand |
And shelters the forest below |
Them 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 roamin' |
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 oldtimers strive to remember the days |
Before them rigs shook the road |
And farther back are old 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 roamin' |
A reminder from old, you can always go back home |
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 roamin' |
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 roamin' |
A reminder from old, you can always go back home |