Henry Stewart & Michelle Rosenblum
You can take a car to Clarkstown
You don’t need to take the train
You know I never got to go down
But I miss it just the same
I don’t want to go to Austin
I don’t need to go to France
Just want to sit on solid ground
With the sun against my back
I know it by every word was ever wrote
And every bad luck tale at the end of a short rope
So if you see I’m gone when you’re coming round to meet
Where the heather meets the flagon is where I’m going to be
Set sail for the arctic circle
Be sure to dress up warm
Hope you like the color purple
Get ready for some storms
So pick up that old trowel
Please put down that dull axe
That seed will never sprout ’round here
Mark Clarkstown on the map
I know it by every word was ever wrote
And every bad luck tale at the end of a short rope
So if you see I’m gone when you’re coming round to meet
Where the heather meets the flagon is where I’m going to be