| Goin' Back To Harlan |
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| There were no cuckoos, no sycamores |
| Played upon the forest floors |
| Underneath the silver maple |
| Balsams and the sky |
| We plucked the heads off the dandelions |
| Assuming roles of nursery rhymes |
| Rested on the riverbed |
| 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 are in me 'til they ring inside my head forever |
| Bounce the ball, 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, oh |
| I’m going back |
| And if you were Willie Moore |
| I was Bob Rallen |
| Oh, fair Ellen, oh, sat at the cabin door |
| Weepin' and a-pining for love |
| Oh, weeping and a-pining for love |
| Frail my heart apart and play me a little shady grove |
| Ring the bells are in me 'til they ring inside my head forever |
| Bounce the ball, 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, oh |
| I’m going back |
| I’m going back to Harlan, oh |
| I’m going back to Harlan |
| I’m going back to Harlan |
Lyrics Goin' Back To Harlan - Jessie Buckley
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goin' Back To Harlan , by -Jessie Buckley
Song from the album Wild Rose
in the genreСаундтреки
Release date:11.04.2019
Song language:English
Record labelIsland Records