Abel Mountain
Hear the whistle, of the next train, calling out, coming through
Past the campground, Abel Mountain,
Where my love lies sleeping there
In her camper
In her blankets
Nestled between these green hills
My heart - beats with - you still
Come the morning, fresh upon her
Emerald summer, gentle dew
Biggest brown eyes and a soft heart
Enough to make this man unglue
Walk the river
Pick sunflowers
I'd go anywhere with you
Don't know that I can stop thinking
About what's been missing
It's really there, in-person,
Right - in front - of me
Right - in front - of you
Heart is driving, tracks to this train, hear the whistle, passing through
To the campground, Abel Mountain,
Where my loves lies waking to
All the bright sounds
As this world wakes
Girl it wakes just for you
Can I - awake - for you too?
Don't know that I can stop thinking
About what's been missing
It's really there, in-person,
Right - in front - of me
Right - in front - of you
Hear the whistle, of the west train - calling out, coming through
Past the campground, Abel Mountain,
Where my love lies sleeping there
In her camper
In her blankets
Nestled between these green hills
My heart - beats with - you still
Past the campground, Abel Mountain,
Where my love lies sleeping there
In her camper
In her blankets
Nestled between these green hills
My heart - beats with - you still
Come the morning, fresh upon her
Emerald summer, gentle dew
Biggest brown eyes and a soft heart
Enough to make this man unglue
Walk the river
Pick sunflowers
I'd go anywhere with you
Don't know that I can stop thinking
About what's been missing
It's really there, in-person,
Right - in front - of me
Right - in front - of you
Heart is driving, tracks to this train, hear the whistle, passing through
To the campground, Abel Mountain,
Where my loves lies waking to
All the bright sounds
As this world wakes
Girl it wakes just for you
Can I - awake - for you too?
Don't know that I can stop thinking
About what's been missing
It's really there, in-person,
Right - in front - of me
Right - in front - of you
Hear the whistle, of the west train - calling out, coming through
Past the campground, Abel Mountain,
Where my love lies sleeping there
In her camper
In her blankets
Nestled between these green hills
My heart - beats with - you still
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Evans
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