I went to see York and Carlisle, To find what fell from me. I walked those streets I heard those spires. From Chambersburg to Berkeley Springs, To where the Youghiogheny sinks. And as the highway rolls, Potomac shows me the way. In Monterey, Virginia, My initials lay. I drove on 33, A rabbit next to me, While Sandy sang. Avella I cannot go, All my memories your valley will not hold. Though peoples white as snow, All on the land of coal. I went to see York and Carlisle, to find what fell from me