There's tombstone in a snowy field
Close by an old ghost town
The epitaph's been weather-blown away
There's a belltower where petitions peeled
It's been half torn down
But it must have softened every soul that came to pray
There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass
And wounded walls
The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds
There's a picture-graduation class
Staring down deserted halls
"The Hope Of 44" is what it reads
It's just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away
It's just as if those dreams had never been, oh
I feel their ghosts around me now
I hear them say
They've come back home to dream those dreams again
Ohhhhhh
They've come back home to dream those dreams again
Close by an old ghost town
The epitaph's been weather-blown away
There's a belltower where petitions peeled
It's been half torn down
But it must have softened every soul that came to pray
There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass
And wounded walls
The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds
There's a picture-graduation class
Staring down deserted halls
"The Hope Of 44" is what it reads
It's just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away
It's just as if those dreams had never been, oh
I feel their ghosts around me now
I hear them say
They've come back home to dream those dreams again
Ohhhhhh
They've come back home to dream those dreams again
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