Gone America

Gone Gone

Gone America

When was it you’d left

Oh how twas the dirge

of the fog in the mersey

You smiled and laughed

we cried and wept

Gone Gone

Gone America

It’s plain for all to see

The hillsman, the plainsman

The city folk and borough dwellers

Those by the rivers, those by the sea

Gone Gone to me.

Gone Gone

Gone America

Time has swept you by

Pilgrim and the Pony Express

Washington and cherry tree

Westward hoe now without a wagon

On tomorrow’s front page headline

Gone America for the world to see

Gone Gone

Gone Gone

Gone America

Gone Gone

Gone America

for the world to see

Gone Gone

Gone Gone

Gone America

Gone Gone

Gone America

Gone gone to me

~by Dennis William Murphy