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 but oh-
I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say
They´ve come back home to dream those dreams again