Blue Ridge Heartbeats

Mist is hanging low along the ridge

An ancient trail crossing over a wooden bridge Underneath the canopy of

white pines so tall

I can hear the forest begin to call

Winding gravel roads that curve and bend

Taking me back to my home again

And the air gets cold as the sun goes down Leaving behind

the noise of

the crowded

town Oh,

those Blue Ridge Mountains calling me home No matter how far my

weary feet roam The shadows of blue stretch out in the night

Underneath a canopy of pale starlight Yeah,

those hills will always hold my soul Where the cold rivers run

and the pine trees grow I see the old cabin where my

grandfather stayed Remembering the songs that we once played A porch light

burning in the gathering dark Far away from any city spark The

scent of dry woodsmoke drifting on the breeze

Rustling through the canopy of old oak trees

Oh, those Blue Ridge Mountains calling me home No matter how far

my weary feet roam The shadows of blue stretch out in the

night

Underneath a canopy of pale starlight Yeah,

those hills will always hold my soul Where the cold rivers run

and the pine trees grow

And the ancient stone remembers our names

While the seasons turn and the valley tames

But the spirit of the ridge remains the same

Calling me home... Where the pine trees grow...

Blue Ridge...