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 a s 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