Rick Harrington: Music

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This song was inspired by the vivid memory of an actual place a childhood friend and I encountered during a bicycle ride in the foothills of Clovis, CA.

One autumn day I found a place
Back from the road a mile or two
Behind a hill and hidden well
Sitting silent in the morning dew
The hay was still in stacks of sorts
But had not been forked for many a year
The barn was sagging, weathered gray
From many winters lack of care

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To think that once that place so still
Was busy with the work of men
No longer do they plow the field
Or call the milk cows home again

A car, half rust and broken glass
Stood in the drive among the grain
I wondered then who parked it there
And if ever they returned again
Perhaps they lie on some near hill
Where once they paused to feel the shade
And wipe the sweat from off their brow
As they gazed upon what they had made

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A chimney stood alone and cold
Where once warm fires used to burn
It won’t be long ‘til every stone
Will to the earth again return
From such dust we did begin
And to such dust shall be our end
Such is the fate of all that breathes
And all the work of all our hands

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