"The Cold Acre" as written by and Glenn Richards....
There's a place I've been told
And when I grow old I may go there
I've been told that my family's bones
May lie under the snow there

With my little bag, with my little dog
Who sleeps on my chest
When he can't find a hole in a log

When I go, my dog will know
To leave his old fellow and find a new pillow
Far from the chill of the cold acre

Now there's a Hillydale here and a Lilydale there
Where there's joy in the living, voices that ring in the air
I'd stay there but sooner or later I'd have to go

Where I don't know but when a dog knows it's on him
He doesn't ask why he just goes, when I go my bones will know
To pick up and follow the wagon that rolls on the cold acre

My heart is a cold acre and my chest is a cold acre
I don't grow any good anymore though I've seeded my soul
With all kinds of love, that it aches so

Though I wake from them mouthing
They leave me not able to talk
All these dreams are not nightmares
But realms I've been choosing to walk

With my little bag, with my little dog
Who rests on my stomach and barks at the oncoming fog
O but when I go with my lot in tow
Like a vampire carry my piece in the earth
To the place of my death to the plots of my birth

My heart is a cold acre, in my chest is a cold acre
I don't grow any good anymore though I've seeded my soul
With all kinds of love that don't grow in a cold acre

Nothing's cold acre in a cold acre
I don't grow any good anymore from the bad
Except there's one that you have, one that you had
O grow, grow, grow, grow, grow
And plant me in the only place I know that's the cold acre




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"The Cold Acre" as written by Glenn Richards

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    General CommentThis song is perhaps one of my favorite Augie March songs and speaks to me on multiple levels.

    First I feel that they are speaking about the place that we all must go at one point or another that being our deaths (since we no longer grow and must all go at one point).

    However I also feel that the song addresses the process of aging and loss of not only people (illustrated by the dog) but also past regrets and mistakes. This is perhaps best emphasized by the line: "Though I wake from them mouthing they leave me not able to talk,
    These dreams are not nightmares but realms I've been choosing to walk,"

    In which lost of past thing, loves and choices come back to you but you know that they can't be changed anymore.
    FrankChalmerson August 13, 2008   Link

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