Текст песни: Goin' Back To Harlan + перевод

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

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