On the corner of
I’m not the only leader of a lost cause… to come from this lonely town
Prone to reverie, restless brothers, we… take flight
Bare feet on the sod, through the goldenrods…we glide
Let’s take a late swim in Lake Blythe
Make haste, the sun waits for no child…
It’s throwing shadows on the cold floor
As haunted as it ever has been
By a red coat widow from the old war
I’m not the only leader of a lost cause… to come from this lonely town
I’m not the only leader of a lost cause… to come from this lonely town
Back at Beverly, one-room academy…in thought
I let loose a smile, pride of the Pennyrile…I’m not
But put the book under my pillow
And in the morn, I’ll recite Thoreau
Gifted beyond my comprehension
Mystics with the best intentions
I’m not the only leader of a lost cause… to come from this lonely town
I’m not the only leader of a lost cause… to come from this lonely town
(The Ohio Valley Railroad, leads me home wherever I go)
The cardinals, the grey squirrels, the coffee trees
The black rows, tobacco, my father’s pleas