Lyrics

The Whistler In The Mill

(Verse 1)
I’ve got a delicate balance to preserve,
I found a shard of inspiration on a sill.
A bit of mental occupation to observe,
But no degree of self-diversion could cure the ill.
Hibernating implications stain my hand,
So sweetly reel me in,
Send me to those gloomy gloomy memories of the hill,
Where younger ears can hear the whistler in the mill.

(Chorus 1)
I can hear the whistler in the mill,
His smothered cheer, just a breath confined to fill
His heeded fears, well they ran right through the hills.
I shed a tear, for the whistler in the mill,
For the whistler, the whistler in the mill,
For the whistler, the whistler in the mill.

(Verse 2)
He used to dream of what he’d really love to be,
’Til he wraped himself on up in supposed to be,
Now he’s wound up in a dreary have to be,
Instead of flyin’ with his spirit free.
What did the whistler think he ever had to lose,
But words like what if, could, and who knows, maybe I?
What did the whistler think he ever had to prove,
To all them straight-laced looks in stranger eyes?

(Chorus 2)
I can hear the whistler in the mill,
His smothered cheer, just a breath confined to fill
His heeded fears, well they ran right through the hills.
He shed a tear, oh the whistler in the mill,
For the whistler, the whistler in the mill,
For the whistler, the whistler in the mill.

(Verse 3)
I found a speck of inspiration on a curb,
I picked it up and gave the thought what it deserved.
Just enough of my attention and my herb,
’Til I could start to see the point begin to curve.
I won’t let convention take my hand,
And so safely break me in.
I can hear him whistlin’ in the valley down below,
Weary warnings of the whistler in the mill.

(Chorus 3)
I can hear the whistler in the mill,
His smothered cheer, just a breath confined to fill
His heeded fears, well they ran right through the hills.
I shed my fears for the whistler in the mill,
For the whistler, the whistler in the mill,
For the whistler, the whistler in the mill.