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I know of this place if you stay for awhile
You'll 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
Then 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 roamin'
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 have closed and the water wheel's dry
But some still call it home
The oldtimers strive to remember the days
Before them rigs shook the road
And farther back are old 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 roamin'
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 roamin'
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 roamin'
A reminder from old, you can always go back home

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