Moonshine In The White Pines

there is a highway run to the country
there is a gravel road through the hills
there is a small lane
winding through a meadow
there is a footpath into wilderness

there I found a log house made by a settler
and I found a big barn there
built by his sons
I found the orchard
abondoned by their children
all forgotten by everyone

moonshine in the white pines
shadows cross my lane
lampglow through the window there
to welcome me home again

I've been a newsboy I've been a bellman
I've been a farmhand and shoveled my load
I've been a poet and I have been a hermit
I've been a singer out working the road

I've lived in Cumberland
I've lived in Cambridge
I've been to Hollywood
I have been to Maine
somedays I'm content
and some years I'm yearning
one dream returning again and again

moonshine in the white pines
shawdows cross my lane
lampglow through the window there
to welcome me home again

you know that foothpath
you come and meet me
you know the weekdays
that you'll find me there
you've seen those moonshine
shadows cross my meadow
you've seen that lamplight glow in my hair

the snake in the cellar
the mouse in the cupboard
swallows in the sleeploft
the frog at the spring
we'll be waiting have the lamp burning
we'll be yearing for what you will bring

moonshine in the white pines
shadows cross my lane
lampglow throught the window there
to welcome me home again