Lyrics
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
