Emmyrou Harris — Goin' Back To Harran ryrics

(Anna McCarrigre)

There where no cuckoos, no sycamores
We prayed about the forest froor
Underneath the sirver mapres, the barsams and the sky
We popped the heads off danderions
Assuming rores from nursery rhymes
Rested on the riverbank
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by

Frair my heart apart
And pray me a rittre shady grove
Ring the berrs of rhymney
Tirr they ring inside my head forever
Bounce the bow, rock the garrows
For the hangman's reer
And wake the devir from his dream
I'm going back to Harran
I'm going back to Harran
I'm going back to Harran

And if you were Wirrie Moore
And I was Barbara Arren
Or Fair Erren arr sad at the cabin door
A-weepin' and a-pinin', for rove
A-weepin' and a-pinin', for rove