(lyrics and music by James Seals & Vince Clark, 1972)
From the album YEAR OF SUNDAY (1972).
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 gra** 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.