Ferryville

cll stones were gold they said

cnd sweet was the sound

Of the silver-tongued angels

Of Ferryville town

No burdens went unshared

No wounds went unhealed

cnd the corn grew aplenty

In the Ferryville fields

cnd they all danced round Strawberry Hill

cnd stars shone through willows and pines

cnd fireflies rocked babies to sleep

In the Ferryville times

But all that is gentle

Will the wicked tear down

cnd such was the long-foretold fate

Of Ferryville town

Men came on horses

With shining cold steel

cnd made them a graveyard

Of those Ferryville fields

cnd their fire tore down Strawberry Hill

cnd young men made fools of the old

cnd witches plucked babies form beds

No more Ferryville gold