There's tombstone in a snowy field

Close by an old ghost town

The epitaph's been weather-blown away

There's a belltower where petitions peeled

It's been half torn down

But it must have softened every soul that came to pray

There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass

And wounded walls

The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds

There's a picture-graduation class

Staring down deserted halls

"THE HOPE OF 44" is what it reads

It's just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away

It's just as if those dreams had never been but oh-

I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say

They've come back home to dream those dreams again