Story Behind The Song
This was originally a poem of mine and was reworked for the band.
Song Description
War and it's aftermath.
Song Length |
4:31 |
Genre |
Rock - Americana, Folk - Americana |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant, Cheerless |
Subject |
General, Farmer |
Similar Artists |
The Band, Elvis Costello |
Language |
English |
Era |
1800 - 1899 |
Lyrics
Millers Meadow - by Mitch L'Herault
They lost the most in soul and solace.
Down the track towards Coffins Bridge.
Pulled by bundled metal dragons.
East of York above the ridge.
Shot from cannons, cold cruel comfort.
Boots and bottles, bags of blood.
Left behind retreating armies.
Face down in the Macon mud.
Chorus:
Cold wind at Miller's meadow.
In the night a mystery train.
Took them far from all the madness,
washed the weary. Blessed rain
Clear blue skies above the river.
Littered limbs and rattled death
Two long nights at Ella's Crossing.
never took my dying breath.
Skies lit up with summer lightening.
Poisoned birds near Roberts well.
Hobbled home in mindless wander.
Days delayed as fever fell.
In a fortnight but no longer.
Not a soul along the trail.
One last mile below the hillside.
One more push to tell the tale.
I'll make it home before the harvest
If I make it home at all
And the next time war clouds gather
Some else must heed the call