Love of the Mountains

Three trees on a hillside of the mountain

Always lookin' up t'ward the sky

Reminds me of my Papa and my Momma

Who lived there eighty years before they died

Now a bright moon is shining in the valley

An old wagon leans against a stack of hay

Two graves on a hillside by the cabin.

My mom and dad are resting there today.

Instrumental interlude

The burning of the green wood on the fireplace

The fallen snow around the redbud trees,

The branches of the laurel by the creek bed,

And the rippling waters of the gentle stream.

Now a bright moon is shining in the valley

An old wagon leans against a stack of hay

Two graves on the hillside by the cabin

My mom and dad are resting there today

Guitar and mandolin interlude

Papa used to talk about the young days

When he and mama first settled there

He spoke about the love of the mountains

That he and mama shared together there.

Now a bright moon is shining in the valley

An old wagon leans against a stack of hay

Two graves on the hillside by the cabin

My mom and dad are resting there today,