Sentinel Hill

Say have you seen that place where fireflies in great profusion come out to dance as evening falls
 Say have you heard the chattering whippoorwills cry out for you, son
 Or felt the strident bullfrogs call
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 Far to the west across the stretch of marshland meadow where the road dips past the ancient hop house
 Rises that mystic bulky hill no one would speak of where no answers come from asking why or how
 Though superstition it might be
 The elders know what they have seen
 And had you been there you would surely agree
 They say if you haven't
 Then you shouldn't go to Sentinel Hill
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 Atop the hill inside the ring of massive granite pillars
 And round the ghoulish table rock
 Though often attributed falsely to the native Indians
 Where found remains of mongrel stock
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 Back in the days before the trials and persecution
 Some say witches used to gather here at night
 At devil's hop yard where they held their executions
 Still the moss may seem to glow with eerie light
 Though superstition it might be
 The elders know what they have seen
 And had you been there you would surely agree
 They say if you haven't
 Then you shouldn't go past the boundaries of sanity
 Up the the slanting trail to Sentinel Hill
 Ancient wisdom passed down through the bloodlines
 They say if you haven't
 Oh, God knows you shouldn't go to Sentinel Hill
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 They say if you haven't
 Then you shouldn't go to Sentinel Hill