GhostsofWhatWeWere(AppalachianFolkCountry)

Ghosts of What We Were (Appalachian Folk Country) - GHOST OF THE SOUTH

They paved the path with

borrowed stones

took the names we called

left us unknown

fences high

where the wild once ran

every acre sold

hand by hand

ghosts of what we were

whisper in the wind

unheard, a hollow echo

faint and blurred

we are the ghosts of what we were

The river bends but

never breaks

it holds its line

whatever it takes

We were rivers once

wide and free

now dammed by walls

we cannot see

Did we trade too much for a fleeting dream?

Do we still know what freedom means?

ghosts of what we were

whisper in the wind

unheard, a hollow echo

faint and blurred

we are the ghosts of what we were

The fields grew quiet

the barns fell low

stories buried where the tall grass grows

no one taught the young how to stand

when roots were cut from the land