Love Of The Mountains

Love of the Mountains written by Allen Mills

Two trees on the hillside of a mountain
Always looking up toward the sky
Remind me of my Papa and my Moma
Who lived there 80 years before they died

Now the bright moon is shining in the valley
That old wagon leans against a stack of hay
Two graves on a hillside by a cabin
My Mom and Dad are resting there today

The sizzle of the green wood on a fireplace
The falling snow around the redbud tree
The branches of the laurels by the creekside
And the rippling waters of a gentle stream

Now the bright moon is shining in the valley
That old wagon leans against a stack of hay
Two graves on a hillside by a cabin
My Mom and Dad are resting there today

Papa used to talk about the young days
When he and Moma first were settled there
He spoke about the love of the mountains
That he and Moma shared together there

Now the bright moon is shining in the valley
That old wagon leans against a stack of hay
Two graves on a hillside by a cabin
My Mom and Dad are resting there today

written by Allen Mills

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Hope you enjoyed the song!

Tipper