Smoky Mountain Serenade

(ahhhh,

mmmmmm)

Up in the Smoky Mountains where the mist lies low

A little girl with big dreams watched the pine trees grow

In a tiny wooden cabin with her mother and her dad She

found a wealth of music in the simple things they had

Oh, Tennessee raised her with a song in her heart

Three thousand stories right from the start Now she opens up the

pages for the children of the land

Sharing books and magic with a giving hand

(oh, yes she does)

She strummed on a cardboard guitar till the real one came along

And turned her childhood memories into a mountain song

From the front porch to the big stage she never did forget

The lessons of her hometown and the family she kept

Oh, Tennessee raised her with a song in her heart

Three thousand stories right from the start

Now she opens up the pages for the children of the land

Sharing books and magic with a giving hand

Three thousand songs in the mountain air (mmm-mmm)

Books in the hands of children everywhere