Face of Appalachia

Being born in blocks of buildings with a subway lullaby

When I dreamed of Appalachia it was dreams that had to die

Coal trains wailing, banjos frailing

Sounds escapin' through the night

But the face of Appalachia was there in that grey apartment light

I would fashion

I'd imagine somewhere steep in waterfalls

Wild birds sing to a five string, bouncin' music off mountains walls

Coal trains wailing, banjos frailing

Sounds escapin' through the door

But the face of Appalachia, she was changin', that's for sure

She was changin', that's for sure

Grandpa made me quite a promise for the day I came of age

He said we'd walk through Appalachia, Northern Georgia on through to Maine

Dreadful sorry, my beloved

Such a promise couldn't keep

All my dreams of Appalachia, just an old man's memories

Just an old man's memories