Springfield Mill - Seals & Crofts

An ocean without water, a winter without snow

A day in the summertime with no where to go

Nothin' much is dawning, just a tiny glow

Up ahead sweet river home, the only one I know

Shade trees on the north side, green grass on the hill

Sun shines down on my front porch, here at Springfield Mill

Livin' in the city, never knowing people, really alone

Night life had me going so, I couldn’t stay, I had to go home

Kid’s out in the meadow.

Clothes out on the line

My woman’s in the kitchen, says, «It's gettin' 'bout suppertime.»

It’s been right nice a-talkin', come back and sit a spell

But don’t ask me to leave my home again

I’believe I’d rather go to Hell!

Springfield Mill.

Springfield Mill.

Springfield Mill.

Springfield Mill