Millport

I know of this place if you stay for a while You never quite feel the same There's something about the freshwater and pine Revealed by its Indian name

The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand And shelters the forest below Them north winds whisper a howling refrain So follow them where they go

Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roamin' A reminder from old, you can always go back home

Millport remains as a witness to change But somehow shows none of its own The old shops are closed and the water wheel's dry But some still call it home

The oldtimers strive to remember the days Before them rigs shook the road And farther back are old patriot graves Belied by those crooked stones

Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roamin' A reminder from old, you can always go back home

Waters rise like the cares of the world but that old mill remains Imploring you to remember if you pass this way again

Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roamin' A reminder from old, you can always go back home

Like the hands of a clock that is broken When you're tired of prospecting and roamin' A reminder from old, you can always go back home