Lamoille River (John Nutting) They're cleaning up our river, sterilizing our stream It will be the purest that you've ever seen You can run it in your bathtub, even drink it too They're changing the Lamoille from dirty brown to blue She wanders down through Hardwick, slides around the bend Eats away at the print shop and the cleaner's, my friend Still we love her dearly, even though she smells What'll we do with our sewage? We've already filled our wells They dammed her up in Morrisville, made a little lake Old folks sit around her, their pleasure to take The trout would like to live there, but the taste is much too strong One drink of Lake Lamoille, and they'd all be dead and gone There's one good thing about her, she does it every spring Overflows her banks to deposit many things Upon the farmer's fields and in the maple wood Our river only needs to be better understood Copyright John Nutting recorded by Sandy and Caroline Paton SOF
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