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WHAT WE HAD
©Gary Bowman ‘Twas in the spring, The bluebirds sang, In the West Virginia hills Hand-in-hand, We would walk, Along the streams and rills Gentle breeze, Beneath the trees, Your hair was black as coal When I looked into your eyes, I could see your soul The seasons passed, All too fast, We went our separate ways I walked along the mountain paths, And thought about those days It hurt so bad, To lose what we had, And so, I wrote this song You don’t know what you’ve got, Until it’s gone Big Coal came, with cash in hand, Not so long ago They blew away the mountaintop, Yeah, they got their coal The trees were ripped, The land was stripped, On ‘Desolation Hill’ The streams that fed the rivers, Were choked beneath the fill The beauty of a mountain, Can be forever lost When we take more than we need, And disregard the cost A few will make a profit, While others burn their coal When you rip apart the mountain, You tear apart our soul ‘Twas in the spring, The bluebirds sang, In the West Virginia hills Hand-in-hand, We would walk, Along the streams and rills Those mountain streams, and memories, Live only in this song We don’t know what we’ve got, Until it’s gone |
