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We learned of Jeremy’s tune about William Bartram by way of a listserve message posting of Dr. Kathryn Braund, president of the Bartram Trail Conference. BTS Newsletter Editor Ina Warren knew Jeremy as a teacher/naturalist from past conferences at the Great Smoky Mountains Institute at Tremont .

We were so impressed that we approached him and asked if we could share his music with our members and web guests. He graciously has offered a free download of The Second Travels of William Bartram. Jeremy is a songwriter and author, feel free to visit his website and support him. Scroll down for more information about Jeremy and lyrics to the song.

Listen to or download The Second Travels Of William Bartram (mp3)

As a bonus, Jeremy also has offered NCBTS web guests his instrumental ode to the Hemlock tree Tsuga Canadensis (mp3)

About Jeremy

Jeremy Lloyd is a native of Western Pennsylvania. Since 1996 he has lived and worked in Great Smoky Mountains National Park where he teaches environmental education and coordinates natural and cultural history programs. He has written two small books, Great Smoky Mountains National Park Pocket Guide & Journal and A Home in Walker Valley (forthcoming), both published by Great Smoky Mountains Association, in addition to a number of articles that have appeared in Smokies Life, Grays Sporting Journal, North Carolina Literary Review, and The Sun. In addition he’s recorded a number of albums in the folk/Americana vein. His music is available on CDBaby.com.

Lyrics

TRAVELS OF WILLIAM BARTRAM PART II

I come from Pennsylvania, land of milk and honey, an outdoorsman’s paradise
With paper, pen and pouch I aimed straight for Appalachia’s mouth to get spat out on some far distant shore

And it’s a long way back from where I came
And when I get back there will things still be the same
Don’t you wait up for me, I’ll be going slow
With an open hand I walk into the woods, deep in the woods,
That’s where I long to go.

Here on the second time around things look a little bit unsound
All my landmarks are in English furniture
And all my friends are gone, the ones who knew the songs
And lit up a bright new flame every year

And it’s a long way back from where they came
And when they get back there will things still be the same
Don’t you wait up for me, I’ll be going slow
With an open hand I walk into the woods, deep in the woods,
That’s where I long to go.

Now let me lay it out on the table,
let me speak the truth if I’m able
Even if my voice shakes some.
It’s a mess what you’ve done to the place,
half the freedoms and no more space,
It’s a crime, it’s a sin, it’s a disgrace.
So take your love down through the fields
Tale your love down to the water
Pollinate and wounds be healed
Second growth for sons and daughters

It’s a long way back from where we came,
And when we get back there will things still be the same,
Don’t you wait up for me, I’ll be going slow.
With an open hand I walk into the woods, deep in the woods –
That’s where I long to go.