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John McCutcheon
over the garden wall
Led through the mist,
By the milk-light of moon,
All that was lost, is revealed.
Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring,
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
Oh how the gentle wind,
Beckons through the leaves,
As autumn colors fall.
(Spoken, only heard in The
Old
Grist
Mill:)
Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history,
Lies a place that few have seen.
A mysterious place, called The Unknown.
Where long-forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.)
(Second half, only heard in The
Unknown:)
Dancing in a swirl,
Of golden memories,
The loveliest lies of all,
The loveliest, lies of all.
- :
- Trolling For Dreams
- Miscellaneous
- Stand Up! Broadsides for Our Times
- Live at Wolf Trap
- Untold
- Water from Another Time
- How Can I Keep From Singing?
- Water from Another Time - A Retrospective
- Sprout Wings and Fly
- Hail to the Chief!
- Welcome the Traveler Home: the Winfield Songs
- Doing Our Job (feat. Tom Chapin)
- Mightier Than the Sword
- Mail Myself to You