Текст песни Emmylou Harris - Goin Back to Harlan
Emmylou Harris - Goin Back to Harlan слова песни
(anna mccarrigle)There where no cuckoos, no sycamoresWe played about the forest floorUnderneath the silver maples, the balsams and the skyWe popped the heads off dandelionsAssuming roles from nursery rhymesRested on the riverbankAnd grew up by and by, and grew up by and byFrail my heart apartAnd play me a little shady groveRing the bells of rhymneyTill they ring inside my head foreverBounce the bow, rock the gallowsFor the hangmans reelAnd wake the devil from his dreamIm going back to harlanIm going back to harlanIm going back to harlanAnd if you were willie mooreAnd I was barbara allenOr fair ellen all sad at the cabin doorA-weepin and a-pinin, for loveA-weepin and a-pinin, for love