I Knew This Place (David Mallett) (GGCC) C/FC/FC/CG7G I knew this place, I knew it well, Every sound and every smell, And every time I walked, I fell For the first two years or so There across the grassy yard, I, a young one, running hard, Brown and bruised and battle scarred And lost in sweet illusion And from my window I can see The branches of an ancient tree, Reaching out it calls to me To climb its surly branches But all my climbing days are gone And these tired legs I'm standing on Would scarcely dare to leave the spot Upon which they are standing And I remember every word Of every voice I ever heard Every frog and every bird Yes, this is where it starts My brother's laugh, the sighing wind, This is where my live begins This is where I learned to use My hand and hear my heart This house is old, it carries on Like verses to an old time song Always changed but never gone This house can stand the seasons Our lives pass on from door to door Dust across the wooden floor Like feather rain and thunder roar We need not know the reason And as these thoughts come back to me Like ships across the friendly sea Like breezes blowing endlessly Like rivers running deep The day is done, the lights are low The wheels of life are turning slow And as these visions turn and to I lay me down to sleep I knew this place, I knew it well, Every sound and every smell, And every time I walked, I fell For the first two years or so The day is done, the lights are low The wheels of life are turning slow And as these visions turn and to I lay me down to sleep Copyright David Mallett of Dover Foxcroft Maine Recorded by Ann Mayo Muir on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 in 1978, also recorded by the author for Neworld Records in Blue Hill Falls Maine. D
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