Ballad of Will McLean
The Ballad of Will McLean
Dark shadow move and the whipporwill calls
Crickets chirp a tune
Wild turkeys fly to the branches high
And frogs do answer the loon.
The sounds of the swamp are mournful and true
And in this natural land
There lives a man—a gentle man
Who sings of the Florida sand, sings of the Florida sand.
They say his name is Will McLean
And he walks in the deep of the night
To the place in the glade where the wild deer wade
And the horned owls dance in delight.
A brute of a man—but a gentle man
Guitar held in his hand
As he goes along he...