The Devil's Dream

Songs contributed to Paul Ferguson's 1995 stage adaptation of Lee Smith's novel The Devil's Dream, with songs by various area songwriters.

PlayTimeInfoTitle
3:31 Down By Grassy Branch
3:12 New Eyes
(Sung by Andrea Powell and Brent Wilson, Cast Album)

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Down By Grassy Branch
from The Devil's Dream
Words and music by Alan Riley Jones
Copyright © Alan Riley Jones, all rights reserved.

Down by Grassy Branch, down by home,
The frog's in the puddle, and the bee's in the comb,
The katydid's singing in the shadder of the stone,
Down by Grassy Branch.

Down by Grassy Branch, cheek by jowl,
The cold winds holler, and the hounddogs howl,
If I live till I die, then I don't think now'll
Ever leave Grassy Branch.

I been to the city, and I been to the plain,
I been to the Devil, and I come back again,
Where the cows need milkin' and the crops need rain,
Down by Grassy Branch.

Down by Grassy Branch, my heart's pride,
I brung little Lucie to be my bride,
An' now we're livin' there side by side,
Down by Grassy Branch.

I give her a fiddle and I give her a bow,
I give her a kiss where the waters flow,
I give her six young'uns, and we watched 'em grow,
Down by Grassy Branch.

The girls went east, the boys went west,
The Devil got the eldest, but the Lord kept the rest,
They come back home where the sun shines the best,
Down by Grassy Branch.

They been to the city, and they been to the plain,
They been to the Devil, and they come back again,
Where the cows need milkin' and the crops need rain,
Down by Grassy Branch.

The grass grows short, the grass grows tall,
The grass grows thickest by the foot of the wall,
The leaves lay a carpet at the end of the fall,
Down by Grassy Branch.

The stream runs high, the stream runs low,
The stream runs deepest in the thaw of the snow,
The sun beat down, nearly dried up the flow,
Down by Grassy Branch.

Down by Grassy Branch, years gone by,
The grass all withered, and the branch run dry,
The young folks scatter, and the old folks die,
Down by Grassy Branch.

In all this world, there can only be
One good resting place for me,
Where Lucie lies sleepin' neath the red oak tree,
Down by Grassy Branch.

We been to the city, and we been to the plain,
We been to the Devil, and we come back again,
Where the cows need milkin' and the crops need rain,
Down by Grassy Branch.

The Devil turned left, the Devil turned right,
The Devil turned circles in the dead of the night,
Me and my Lucie never seen such a sight,
Down by Grassy Branch.

The moon grows full, the moon grows thin,
The moon goes away, and then comes back again,
It lay a sweet light on the tip of her chin,
Down by Grassy Branch.

The Lord says come, the Lord says go,
The Lord says maybe more often than no,
He took my Lucie, don't I miss her so!
Down by Grassy Branch.



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