I know of this place
If you stay for a while
You never quite feel the same
There’s something about the fresh water and pine
Revealed by its Indian name
The outcrop stone makes a prominent stand
And shelters the forest below
The north winds whisper a howling refrain
So follow them where they go
Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken
When you’re tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old, you can always go back home
Millport remains as a witness to change
But somehow shows none of its own
The old shops are closed and the water wheel’s dry
But some still call it home
The old timers strive to remember the days
Before them rigs shook the road
And farther back grow patriot graves
Belied by those crooked stones
Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken
When you’re tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old, you can always go back home
Yeah, waters rise like the cares of the world
But that old mill remains
Imploring you to remember if you pass this way again
Where time is frozen like the hands of a clock that is broken
When you’re tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old, you can always go back home
Like the hands of a clock that is broken
When you’re tired of prospecting and roaming
A reminder from old, you can always go back home