Crossroads Hollow Mystic

The signpost at the crossroads is turning to rust

(hmmm) I left my boots waiting

in the grey dirt and dust

There’s a shadow on the ridge

where the hemlock grows tall

And a promise made in paper

that was signed in the fall

Oh, the red clay is heavy

and the river runs deep (lord have mercy) There are secrets in

the timber

we were sworn to

keep

Watch the fire on the mountain,

feel the cold wind blow

There’s a debt down below

Two crows on the fence-line

are watching the road (ahhhh) No bible is heavy

as a bad man’s load

I can hear the low rattle

of a dry creek bed

Where the water turned black

and the clover died red

Oh, the red clay is heavy

and the river runs deep (lord have mercy) There are secrets in

the timber

we were sworn to keep

Watch the fire on the mountain,

feel the cold wind blow

There’s a debt down below

No way back now (hmmmm)