Town of Wells, New York, in the Adirondacks song

Song: Town of Wells
Music, Lyrics & Voice: AI

[Chorus]
From Old Home Days to winter ice-race rings,
The hardy spirit of the North still sings.
A quiet charm that time has not erased,
In Wells, a simple, rural life is based.
Within the Adirondack embrace, a town takes hold.
The Sacandaga flows, a watery road.
And Lake Algonquin, born of human hand,
Reflects the hills of this enduring land.
[Verse1]
The early sawmills whisper in the trees,
A lumbering past carried on the breeze.
The tannin trade, though long since passed away,
Still stains the earth at dusk of every day.
Above the town, the ancient peaks convene,
Stripped of their pines, and rugged now, and keen.
They watch the hikers wind the mountain trail,
And hear the rush of Augur Falls' soft wail.
[Chorus]
From Old Home Days to winter ice-race rings,
The hardy spirit of the North still sings.
A quiet charm that time has not erased,
In Wells, a simple, rural life is based.
Within the Adirondack embrace, a town takes hold.
The Sacandaga flows, a watery road.
And Lake Algonquin, born of human hand,
Reflects the hills of this enduring land.
[Verse2]
By West River Road, a ghost town's memory lies.
Griffin's tannery sleeps under open skies.
A reminder of the boom that came and went,
On fortunes made and mountain-money spent.
The sculptor's park, a modern, stone-carved plea,
Beside the river, wild and flowing free.
Here, mythic boulders rest on rings of steel,
A new foundation for a town that's real.
[Chorus]
From Old Home Days to winter ice-race rings,
The hardy spirit of the North still sings.
A quiet charm that time has not erased,
In Wells, a simple, rural life is based.
Within the Adirondack embrace, a town takes hold.
The Sacandaga flows, a watery road.
And Lake Algonquin, born of human hand,
Reflects the hills of this enduring land.
A quiet charm that time has not erased,
In Wells, a simple, rural life is based.
And Lake Algonquin, born of human hand,
Reflects the hills of this enduring land.