Recorded with and by Eric Lichter at his Dirt Floor Studios. Compare this to the demo if you like. Groovy...
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GLEN HILL
words & music (c)2006 Hugh Hamilton
The ancient house no longer stands,
Victimized by modern hands,
She stood so long, robust and proud,
Her highest rooms once touched the clouds...
A fool with money tore her down;
A fool with money tore her down!
Doctor Winsor built Glen Hill,
And though she's gone she's standing, still,
Among my dusty memories,
Come and tour Glen Hill with me;
Dark foreboding granite stones,
Many families called her home...
Red brick chimneys, roof of slate,
Home of love and home of hate,
The driveway ran a quarter mile,
Children played, and laughed, and smiled...
Ancient oaks once towered there,
But they were felled to build the stairs,
Babies born, and elders died,
Come with me, we'll go inside...
(Chorus)
Here's the room where Grandpa died,
Here's the suite where Mama cried,
Here's the closet, deep and dark,
Where Papa hid his lonely heart,
Such a lonely heart,
A sad, sad, heart...
Though it's been years I remember still,
I can't forget about Glen Hill.
(Repeat chorus)
Though it's been years, I remember still...
But when I'm gone...then who will?
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