On the dark side of the hollow
Where the sun goes down so soon
And the mountainside
Across the hollow wide
Reflects all that's left of afternoon
Where the wind howls loud and it's the only sound
Less a hiss and a clock that ticks
Oh the dark side of the hollow
Not a finer place than this
Oh many years ago
When the land was young
They rushed on seeking gold
And in their haste west
They skipped the place I love best
A quiet fold with treasures untold
When the snow first comes
And the sun hangs low
And the quiet freezes in
We will cut split and stack
Whats been sown and grown
Burn it, and return it to the wind
Oh the places I have been
They're full of concrete and sin
And men rushing far and near
They make me wish to run and hide
Deep in the countryside
With my bride I will abide right here
The Clark McLane Band - Dark Side of the Hollow Lyrics
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On the dark side of the hollow
Where the sun goes down so soon
And the mountainside
Across the hollow wide
Reflects all that's left of afternoon
Where the wind howls loud and it's the only sound
Less a hiss and a clock that ticks
Oh the dark side of the hollow
Not a finer place than this
Oh many years ago
When the land was young
They rushed on seeking gold
And in their haste west
They skipped the place I love best
A quiet fold with treasures untold
When the snow first comes
And the sun hangs low
And the quiet freezes in
We will cut split and stack
Whats been sown and grown
Burn it, and return it to the wind
Oh the places I have been
They're full of concrete and sin
And men rushing far and near
They make me wish to run and hide
Deep in the countryside
With my bride I will abide right here
Where the sun goes down so soon
And the mountainside
Across the hollow wide
Reflects all that's left of afternoon
Where the wind howls loud and it's the only sound
Less a hiss and a clock that ticks
Oh the dark side of the hollow
Not a finer place than this
Oh many years ago
When the land was young
They rushed on seeking gold
And in their haste west
They skipped the place I love best
A quiet fold with treasures untold
When the snow first comes
And the sun hangs low
And the quiet freezes in
We will cut split and stack
Whats been sown and grown
Burn it, and return it to the wind
Oh the places I have been
They're full of concrete and sin
And men rushing far and near
They make me wish to run and hide
Deep in the countryside
With my bride I will abide right here
Writer: Clark McLane
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