(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.