Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.

- Don Mclean

How did the land of Jefferson, how did the land of King, become the land of hamburgers and raisins that can sing? Roosevelt was cripple, Lincoln was …

- Don Mclean

When writing I just go with the song. I go with the song and try to tell the story. So the story may be "Wonderful Baby", which is a little song. Or …

- Don Mclean

Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living. In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline of smoldering citi…

- Don Mclean

Each thread of life that you leave, will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs.

- Don Mclean

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

- Don Mclean

Every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment that flows through the veins of your being. Like a river of life flowing on since creation, approa…

- Don Mclean

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away. And the three men I admire most, The Fa…

- Don Mclean

I have no idea how I do anything. I never have. You know I just started playing guitar and started singing and started working on this act that I wou…

- Don Mclean