Bluegrass Ridge Harmony

Early morning on the ridge Mist is rising from the creek

Walking down the wooden bridge To the home we always seek

Oh,

the pine trees are calling me home To the valley where the

cold wind blows Through the mountains I no longer roam Where the

wild sweet honeysuckle grows

(high lonesome)

Hear the freight train on the line

Echoing across the pass

Reminds me of an older time

Lying in the orchard grass

Oh,

the pine trees are calling me home To the valley where the

cold wind blows Through the mountains I no longer roam Where the

wild sweet honeysuckle grows

(high

lonesome)

There's a cabin on the hill

Where the oil lamp burns bright

And the music's playing still

Way into the quiet night

Oh,

the pine trees are calling me home To the valley where the

cold wind blows Through the mountains I no longer roam Where the

wild sweet honeysuckle grows (yeah!)

Where the wild sweet honeysuckle grows...

(ooh, sweet home)