A Dying Town

Town up north in the Sheyenne Valley
Where I was raised and sent to school
Old memories there, some good, some not so
Like the cold blowin’ through

A dyin’ town, in North Dakota
Mama lives there still
Final days, fadin’ memories
In her home, up the hill

Quiet streets, faded store signs
Empty buildings in disrepair
An old car, rollin’ slowly
Leaves have fallen, trees are bare

Childhood home, on a side street
Built in 1922
Grass is brown, paint’s a peelin’
Sidewalk weeds pushin’ through

There’s a graveyard on the prairie
Near the church where we’d attend
Two stones standin’, one still waitin’
Out old highway, number ten

A dyin’ town, in North Dakota
Where I grew up, way back then
When Ma, goes on to Glory
I’ll never see that town again