ฟังเพลงNever See My Home Again (Recorded at the Mecca, Los Angeles)

Never See My Home Again (Recorded at the Mecca, Los Angeles) - The Dillards

In the hollow where the pines

Were standing tall

In the shadows where the woods

Were dark and still

To a worn and weathered shack my thoughts

Keep turning back

To my old mountain home below the mill

I left it in the springtime

When the flowers were in bloom

And I told my folks I'd see them in the fall

But the road keeps stretching onward

From the cradle to the tomb

And I guess I'll never see my folks at all

I can hear the beads crying in the sky

I can see the dry leaves falling in the lane

I miss the wood fire on a cold and rainy night

And the trees scratching at my windowpane

Oh I left it in the springtime

When the flowers were in bloom

And I told my folks I'd see them in the fall

But the road keeps stretching onward

From the cradle to the tomb

And I guess I'll never see my folks at all

As the years go by the seasons pass away

That old home keeps returning to my mind

I'd give a lot to see that place so dear to me

That hollow in the woods I left behind

I left it in the springtime

When the flowers were in bloom

And all the birds were singing in the glen

But the road keeps stretching onward

From the cradle to the tomb

And I guess I'll never see my home again