There's tombstone in a snowy field 
Close by an old ghost town 
The epitaph's been weather-blown away 
There's a belltower where petitions peeled 
It's been half torn down 
But it must have softened every soul that came to pray 

There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass 
And wounded walls 
The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds 
There's a picture-graduation class 
Staring down deserted halls 
"THE HOPE OF 44" is what it reads 

It's just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away 
It's just as if those dreams had never been but oh- 
I feel their ghosts around me now- I hear them say 
They've come back home to dream those dreams again