Today I saw the record
A lonely time to kill
The stars of Caledonia
Up on Poor Farm Hill
Maybe I'll be lucky
The signs will draw me back
Cold winds of fortune
Lead me back there
To the whippoorwill
And the stones of Poor Farm Hill
My father loved the horses
My brother loved the track
Never would they bet that
I'd be coming back
But now that rains have pulled the willow
down upon the hill
when all the leaves are falling
it calls me there still
To the whippoorwill
The stones of Poor Farm Hill

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