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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Old Crow Medicine Show
Old Crow Medicine Show
Performer
Cory Younts
Cory Younts
Harmony Vocals
mike harris
mike harris
Slide Guitar
Jerry Pentecost
Jerry Pentecost
Drums
Ketch Secor
Ketch Secor
Fiddle
Mason Via
Mason Via
Guitar
Morgan Jahnig
Morgan Jahnig
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ketch Secor
Ketch Secor
Composer
Mason Via
Mason Via
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Old Crow Medicine Show
Old Crow Medicine Show
Producer
Matt Ross-Spang
Matt Ross-Spang
Mixing Engineer
Sally Williams
Sally Williams
Executive Producer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

From the word start, my feet set to wander Down shady lanes in the morning Endlessly searching in restless abandon Reaching for my Hannah Daughter of the Highlands With eyes full of gauze and shoes full of gravel I don't know the way, still l follow Down through the ages, eternally longing Combing the highlands for my Hannah And when I get to town, I'll dance you all around Drain the old malt barrel we'll be smiling We'll laugh 'til we cry, and make love 'til we die Oh, how I've missed you Hannah Daughter of the Highland I've endured battle scars, my best years in the trenches And cruel sounds of war that can't be silenced Well, it left my ears a-ringing, still I hear Hannah singing Calling my heart back to the highlands In my dreams you're always young, although now you'd be much older Your face still unchanged, your eyes still crying From the day you got the letter that told you I would never Make it home to you, my Hannah Daughter of the Highlands And when I get to town, I'll dance you all around Drain the old malt barrel and be smiling Then we'll laugh 'til we cry, and make love 'til we die Oh, how I've missed you Hannah Daughter of the Highlands In the still hour of dawn like a vapour rushing over The waters of time our love keeps riding Not just mine but all my brothers and so many others Still haunting across the misty highlands For though your darling boys who went away to join Have left this world, and never more you'll find them But our souls go marching on, and you'll hear us like a song When the wind comes a whistling through the highlands We'll laugh 'til we cry, and make love 'til we die Oh, how we've missed those daughters of the Highlands
Writer(s): Ketch Secor, James Mason Via Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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