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