

The mountain mist
hangs heavy on the pines
A quiet morning in these hills of mine
The coaster tracks
are silent on the ridge
And shadows fall across the old wood bridge (mhm)
Pigeon Forge
will never be the same
The valley winds
are whispering her name
But the magic that
she planted in this clay
Is something time
can never take away
Her light
will still shine on
Her legacy
lives strong
So rest in peace and play high in the sky
Above the smoky peaks where eagles fly (yeah,
play high
in the sky)
She gave her heart
to every working hand
A golden thread
across the mountain land
Though her sweet song
has left this earthly stage
Her words are written
on a timeless page
Her light will still shine on
Her legacy
lives strong
So rest in peace and play high in the sky
Above the smoky peaks where eagles fly (ooh,
play high)
Play high in the sky...
(play high)