The old Canal slips lazily beneath the willow trees
Where the fields are green all summer and the corn grows oh-so-sweet
Now I am returning to the house my Grandpa built
Why was I so far away the summer he fell ill?

Some other life, some other time across the Monroe County Line.

It’s often said if walls could talk, what stories they could tell
Standing in his kitchen, I recall them all so well
The two of us enjoying lunch with the lilacs all in bloom
I'd share with him my hopes and dreams, he'd say, "Don't grow up too soon."

But I was born with wanderlust, I had to go out in the world
He said, "wherever this life takes you, you’ll always be my little girl.
"May these cornfields always whisper, 'welcome home, welcome home...'"

Kneeling by his graveside, I weep for that dear man
For buried here beneath me now, my roots are in this land.

Some other life, some other time, beyond the Monroe County Line
(Hold me, Monroe County, just once more before I go.
The only one who knows me doesn't live here anymore.)
Some other life, some other time...

Lyrics submitted by LitteTrain

Monroe County song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top