Below Lyrics - Wishbones - Slaid Cleaves

There's an old dirt road, just off route nine 

Fades into the lake, at the low water line 

Sometimes I wander down that road alone 

Remembering the town, that I once called home 

I grew up in the valley, every neighbor a friend 

Until the modern world started creeping in 

One day came the lawyers, with cash in hand 

They swore that our village would light up the land 

The dusky waters move cold and slow 

And the ghosts of a village still wander below 

Homesteads of families and friends forever more 

Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore 

Surrounding the valley was a painted red line 

Drawn by company men like marking a crime 

A silent reminder that all inside it must go 

Or be lost to the rising dead river's flow 

Some folks too the money, started grinding gears 

While the rest of us held out, twenty odd years 

We watched our town, like a photograph fade 

As the company came, to take it all away 

They tore down the church, the schoolhouse burned 

They dug up the graves, the wheels of progress turned 

They got Dutchie's store, and Haven's pool hall 

When the dozers rolled, it shattered us all 

The dusky waters move cold and slow 

And the ghosts of a village still wander below 

Homesteads of families and friends forever more 

Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore 

Old May Savage stayed as long as she could 

Her house on the hill towered over the flood 

It rose up alone, in the dark of night 

Its face on the water, the cold moonlight 

I shake off the memories, on my lips a prayer 

Thanks for the grace, and the beauty down there 

And while the porch lights glow, all over the state 

There's nothing but darkness, under the lake 

The dusky waters move cold and slow 

And the ghosts of a village still wander below 

Homesteads of families and friends forever more 

Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore 

They haunt the valley below this sparkling shore