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