There's an old dirt road just off Route 9
Fades into the lake at the low water line
Sometimes I wander down that road alone
Remembering the town that I once called home
I grew up in the valley, every neighbor a friend
The dusky waters move cold and slow
And ghosts of a village still wander below
Homesteads of families and friends forevermore
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore
Surrounding the valley was a painted red line