| Song | The Town Old Man Schell Built |
| Artist | Appalachian Winter |
| Album | Ghosts Of The Mountains |
| Many pass here, but few are to know. | |
| Few live here. | |
| They inherit a corner of this world | |
| Sweetened by the absence of eyes upon it. | |
| A microcosm can reflect a universe. | |
| So we live; tiny lives in our forgotten town. | |
| Let it be nothing to those who pass by, | |
| For it is everything to me. |