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,