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,