Below-Slaid Cleaves

[ti:Below] [ar:Slaid Cleaves] [al:Wishbones] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.67]Below - Slaid Cleaves [00:01.85]Written by：Slaid Cleav [00:03.57] [00:05.94]There's an old dirt road just off route nine [00:10.89] [00:12.04]Fades into the lake at the low water line [00:17.10] [00:18.69]Sometimes I wander down that road alone [00:23.34] [00:24.76]Remembering the town that I once called home [00:29.54] [00:30.86]I grew up in the valley every neighbor a friend [00:35.75] [00:36.90]Until the modern world started creeping in [00:42.15] [00:43.36]One day came the lawyers with cash in hand [00:48.29] [00:49.77]They swore that our village would light up the land [00:54.72] [00:56.24]The dusky waters move cold and slow [01:02.19]And the ghosts of a village still wander below [01:08.34]Homesteads of families and friends forever more [01:13.63] [01:14.96]Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore [01:20.37] [01:21.17]Surrounding the valley was a painted red line [01:25.85] [01:27.01]Drawn by company men like marking a crime [01:31.97] [01:33.53]A silent reminder that all inside it must go [01:38.30] [01:39.53]Or be lost to the rising dead river's flow [01:44.65] [01:45.66]Some folks too the money started grinding gears [01:50.66] [01:52.00]While the rest of us held out twenty odd years [01:57.32] [01:58.23]We watched our town like a photograph fade [02:03.83] [02:04.43]As the company came to take it all away [02:09.63] [02:10.66]They tore down the church the schoolhouse burned [02:15.97] [02:17.32]They dug up the graves the wheels of progress turned [02:22.08] [02:23.55]They got Dutchie's store and Haven's pool hall [02:28.46] [02:29.78]When the dozers rolled it shattered us all [02:34.67] [02:36.03]The dusky waters move cold and slow [02:41.96]And the ghosts of a village still wander below [02:48.13]Homesteads of families and friends forever more [02:54.81]Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore [03:00.07] [03:25.87]Old May Savage stayed as long as she could [03:30.34] [03:31.90]Her house on the hill towered over the flood [03:36.71] [03:38.01]It rose up alone in the dark of night [03:42.86] [03:44.25]It's face on the water the cold moonlight [03:49.44] [03:50.49]I shake off the memories on my lips a prayer [03:55.67] [03:57.03]Thanks for the grace and the beauty down there [04:01.81] [04:02.89]And while the porch lights glow all over the state [04:08.15] [04:09.59]There's nothing but darkness under the lake [04:14.46] [04:15.76]The dusky waters move cold and slow [04:21.77]And the ghosts of a village still wander below [04:27.92]Homesteads of families and friends forever more [04:33.77] [04:34.53]Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore [04:40.07] [04:40.88]They haunt the valley below this sparkling shore