Goin' Back to Harlan (Aka Appalachian Dream)
There were no cuckoos no sycamores
We played above 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 a river bank
And grew up by and by
And grew up by and by
Frail my heart apart and play me little shady grove
Ring the bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head for ever
Bounce the bow 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
Going back to Harlan
And if you were Willie Moore
Then I was Barbry 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 little shady grove
Ring the bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head for ever
Bounce the bow rock the gallows for the hangman's reel
And wake the devil from his dream
Frail, frail my heart apart and play me little shady grove
Ring the bells if Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head for ever
Bounce the bow 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
(Going back)
I'm Going back to Harlan
Back to Harlan
(Going back)
I'm going back to Harlan
Going back to Harlan
(Going back)
Back to Harlan
I'm going back to Harlan
(Going back)
We played above 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 a river bank
And grew up by and by
And grew up by and by
Frail my heart apart and play me little shady grove
Ring the bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head for ever
Bounce the bow 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
Going back to Harlan
And if you were Willie Moore
Then I was Barbry 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 little shady grove
Ring the bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head for ever
Bounce the bow rock the gallows for the hangman's reel
And wake the devil from his dream
Frail, frail my heart apart and play me little shady grove
Ring the bells if Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head for ever
Bounce the bow 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
(Going back)
I'm Going back to Harlan
Back to Harlan
(Going back)
I'm going back to Harlan
Going back to Harlan
(Going back)
Back to Harlan
I'm going back to Harlan
(Going back)
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Writer(s): Anna Mcgarrigle
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