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Goin' Back to Harlan

There where no cuckoos, no sycamores

We played about the forest floor

Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the skyWe 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 byFrail my heart apart

And play me a little shady grove

Ring the bells of Rhymney

Till they ring inside my head foreverBounce the bow, rock the gallows

For the hangman's reel

And wake the devil from his dreamI'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to HarlanAnd 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 loveFrail my heart apart

And play me a little shady grove

Ring the bells of rhymney

Till they ring inside my head foreverBounce the bow, rock the gallows

For the hangman's reel

And wake the devil from his dreamI'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to HarlanI'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to HarlanI'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to Harlan

I'm goin' back to Harlan

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Anna Mc GarriglePublished by

ANNA MC GARRIGLE MUSIC

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