

(ahh, hummmm) Misty mornings on the ridge
Passing over
the old stone bridge
Pine trees reaching for the blue
These old hills will see me through
West Virginia,
carry me home
To the quiet roads where I
used to roam
Mountain peaks reaching high
Underneath that wide
country sky
Coal dust
settling on the track
Going down,
never looking back
Every winding path I walk
Hears the ancient hollows talk
West Virginia,
carry me home
To the quiet roads where I
used to roam
Mountain peaks reaching high
Underneath that wide
country sky
Carry me home... (hummmm)