Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Johnny Cash CSi5M

Between the twin mountains there stands a lone valley
A valley of homesteads whose lights they burn low
And no one can pass by unless they bear witness
For these were the homes wence the soldier boys go.

They struck up the drums when they came there recruiting
They came there recruiting with tales of the bold
And the nation's brave flag and all things high-falutin'
But they never mentioned the graves dark and cold.

So whistle an air when you pass by that valley
But do not look back as your horse you spur on
For there are some places it's best not not tarry
And the dead kin, of the dead are not good to look on.

For no one remaisn there to keep the light's burning
And the low flames that burn are the lights of the dead,
Awaiting their youngsters to come home returning,
When skeleton sextons will bury their dead.

I heard of a preacher who went to those homesteads
He went there determined to lay the ghosts there
But though he still preaches he keeps his own council
About what he saw there that turned white his hair.

Between the twin mountains there stands a lone valley
A valley of ghosts whose voices they sound low
And no one can pass by unmarked by lamenting
For these are the homes whence the soldier boys go.

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