Ralph Stanley - Dad's Old Rocky Field (The Very Best of Ralph Stanley, 2002) | Текст песни

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• Ralph Stanley
• Dad's Old Rocky Field (The Very Best of Ralph Stanley, 2002)

In mind I often make a journey
To Dad's old farm back in the hills
Where Mom and Dad and all the
children
Had worked and played in Dad's
old field

CHORUS:
There's a mountain stream
that's flowin'
From the top of a lonesome hill
Beside the stream flowers
were growin'
And it runs through Dad's
old rocky field

I see the old porch where we gathered
To string our beans from Dad's field
Where friends and neighbors
were helpin'
We'd all join in and sing a hymn
CHORUS

An old rail fence barely standing
That Dad had built around his field
And the mountain water
making music
To the tune of a lonesome
whippoorwill CHORUS

Now Mom and Dad never left there
Though us kids all strayed way
Now once a year we make the
journey
Back up that hill where they lay
CHORUS