(Anna McCarrigle)
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There where no cuckoos, no sycamores
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We played about the forest floor
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Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky
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We popped the heads off dandelions
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Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
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Rested on the riverbank
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And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by
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Frail my heart apart
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And play me a little shady grove
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Ring the bells of rhymney
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Till they ring inside my head forever
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Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
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For the hangman's reel
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And wake the devil from his dream
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I'm going back to Harlan
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I'm going back to Harlan
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I'm going back to Harlan
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And if you were Willie Moore
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And I was Barbara Allen
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Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door
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A-weepin' and a-pinin', for love
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A-weepin' and a-pinin', for love
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Goin' Back To Harlan
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| Emmylou Harris |
