Blue Ridge Cascade Breeze

Up where the timber meets the gray stone Where the cold water

carves a path back home

Running down the ridge in a silver line Through the ancient oak

and the whispering pine

I hear the roar before the white foam breaks

Every single step is a step it takes (ahhhh)

Oh, the blue ridge cascades tumbling down

Wash away the noise of the dusty town

Clear as a morning in the mountain air Leaving all my heavy

burdens right there

(down, down, down)

Mist on the laurel,

moss on the clay This old creek is going to wash it

all away

Step by step

in the cool deep pool

Underneath the canopy where the shadows rule

And the water

keeps falling

Like a voice

that is calling

Through the canyon and the stone (calling me home)

Oh, the blue ridge cascades tumbling down

Wash away the noise of the dusty town

Clear as a morning in the mountain air Leaving all my heavy

burdens right there

(right there)

Falling

down... (mmmmm)