Kate and Anna McGarrigle, “Goin’ Back to Harlan.”

There were no cuckoos no sycamores

We played above the forest floor

Underneath the silver maples the balsams and the sky

We popped the heads off dandelions

Assuming roles from nursery rhymes

Rested on a river bank

And grew up by and by and grew up by and by.

  Frail my heart apart and play me little shady grove

  Ring the bells of Rhymney

  Till they ring inside my head for ever

  Bounce the bow rock the gallows for the hangman's reel

  And wake the devil from his dream.

I'm going back to Harlan,

I'm going back to Harlan,

Going back to Harlan

And if you were Willie Moore

Then I was Barbry Allen

Or fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door

A weeping and a pining for love

A weeping and a pining for love.

      Aly Bain and Jay Ungar on fiddles + the McGarrigles pickin and singing - doesn’t get better than this!