There's A Mill

There's a mill by a stream

In my mother's hometown
Well, not the mill really

Just the foundation

The wood and the wheel

Are long gone
And the stones remain

It seems to me
Purely for the enjoyment

Of agile boys
Who laughing

Balance atop them in play

Their father's fathers

Worked at the mill
Sawing the planks

That built the great houses
That they wander past

Unseeing, on the way to the park
Oh, that they would

Only once look up
At a widow of a house

And wonder: Who slept there?

And where are they now buried?


All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP