The Pine Barrens Song
I left the place where I was born, many years ago
For time were hard and work was scarce, I had no choice but go
but I"ve been back there many a time, and in my memory
of all the places I have been, it"s there I rather be
CH.--Where the Scrub Pines, Ground Oak, Berry Bush and Sand,
They never change, they never will,Pine Barren Land,
the Sweet May Pink, the Curly Fern, the leaves all turning green
and the water running red in the Cedar Swamp streams
Pine smoke from the wood fire blowing on the wind,
Lamp light from the window, shineing once again,
One room schools and country stores, the folks we used to know
but time have changed and they were gone a long long time ago
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Wagon roads that run for miles, down thru the twisted Pines
past little long forgotten towns, that failed the test of time
and sometimes there along the way, Granit markers cold and gray
Mark the only ones that stay, there in the Barrens, Pine Barrens