Goin' back to Harlan (Aka Appalachian Dream)

There were no cuckoos, no sycamores

We played about the forest floor

Underneath the silver maples, the balsams, and the sky

We 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 by

Frail my heart apart

And play me a little Shady Grove

Ring the bells of Rhymney

'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

I'm going back to Harlan

And if you were Willie Moore

And I was Barb'ry Allen

Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door

A-weeping and a-pining for love

A-weeping and a-pining for love

Frail my heart apart

And play me a little Shady Grove

Ring the bells of Rhymney

'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

I'm going back to Harlan

I'm going back to Harlan

I'm going back to Harlan

I'm going back to Harlan