FiddleFolk - The Lonesome Whistle Lyrics

The lonesome whistle cries at dawn
Where fields of clover stretch and yawn
The wind it whispers old refrains
Of love and loss and time's remains
Once walked these paths with hearts so young
The songs of yore
Unsung
Unsung
The river's course
So swift and bleak
As shadows dance upon the creek
Oh
The world turned fast
And I stood still
With dreams upon that far-off hill
But seasons changed
And here I stand
A ghostly figure on this land
The old oak tree
Its branches bare
No longer sways with youthful flair
It guards the secrets time has kept
Of promises we once had wept
The tavern lights
They glow so dim
With echoes of an ancient hymn
The laughter fades
The rooms grow cold
As stories of the past unfold
Oh
The world turned fast
And I stood still
With dreams upon that far-off hill
But seasons changed
And here I stand
A ghostly figure on this land
The old oak tree
Its branches bare
No longer sways with youthful flair