From the recording White Picket Fence
With this straight ahead rock n roller, Frank takes you on a trip back to his hometown Rockland, Massachusetts. Yes, this guy is from a town called ROCKland. You visit the street he grew up on and the local graveyard, where friends and family lay.
Lyrics
Graveyard Songs:
Words and Music by Frank Barter
Now that I hold in my hands
The dirt that carries your soul
And I see empty flower pots
Stacked in a row
Tonight a robin sits on a stone
Blessing all the lost ones spirits
Oh let those Graveyard Songs begin
I still know my way home through
The pine grove behind my house
The path is green and fertile
And embraces me back home
The neighborhood is lifeless
The streets are stained
And the people don't come out anymore
Let those Graveyard Songs begin
Chorus:
Well the songs are sung in the trees
And the wind brings you to your knees
The darkened road and open spaces
Bring to mind the missing faces
The church at the top of the hill
It tolls it bell tonight
The village with its fever cries
Into the night
Tonight a robin sits on a stone
Blessing all the lost ones spirits
Oh let those Graveyard Songs begin
Chorus:
Well the songs are sung in the trees
And the wind brings you to your knees
Darkened road and open spaces
Bring to mind the missing faces
© Frank Barter Music Publishing (ASCAP)
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