solo banjo
There’s a well beaten path on this old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wandered alone to the place I called home
In those old Blueridge hills far away
How I love those hills of old Virginia
From those BlueRidge Hills I did roam
When I die won’t you bury me on the mountain
Far away from my BlueRidge mountain home
Solo housle
Now my thoughts wandered back to the ramshackle shack
In those old blue ridge hills far away
And my mother and dad are laid there to rest
They are sleeping in peace together there
How I love….
Solo mandolina
I returned to that old mountain home with a sing
I’ve been longing for days gone by
When I die don’t you bury me on some mountain side
I make my resting place upon the hill so high
How I love….
How I love….