Brown Mountain Lights

In the days of the Old covered wagon Where they camped On the flats for the night Where the moon shone dim Ore the old canyon rim And they searched for The Brown Mountain Lights High on the mountain And deep in the valley below It shines like the Crown of an angel And fades as the Mist comes and goes Way over yonder Night after night Until dawn A lonely old slave Comes back from the grave Searching Searching Searching For his master Who's long gone on Many years ago A southern planter He came hunting In these woods all alone And it was there That they say That the planter lost his way And he never returned To his home High on the mountain And deep in the valley below It shines like the Crown of an angel And fades as the Mist comes and goes Way over yonder Night after night Until dawn A lonely old slave Comes back from the grave Searching Searching Searching For his master who's long gone on His trusting old slave Brought a lantern He searched night after night But in vane Now the old slave is gone But his spirit lingers on And his lantern It still casts its light High on the mountain And deep in the valley below It shines like the Crown of an angel And fades as the Mist comes and goes Way over yonder Night after night Until dawn A lonely old slave He comes back from the grave Searching Searching Searching For his master who's long gone on