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,