In the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina
I found a place to roam
and live the country girl way.
I loved that beautiful place that I called home.
From splitting wood, to digging potatoes,
loving sunrise to sunset
and discovering the taste of home grown tomatoes,
no one would leave, I’ll bet.
Blooms of flowers in the spring,
to snow and ice all winter long.
What excitement those mountains would bring,
that is the only place I belong.
Goat in the pen and chickens everywhere,
planting vegetables in my garden spot
and working hard, my life had little cares.
I loved the people and old customs a lot.
Christmas trees growing like a winter wonderland;
can’t say I’ve ever seen a place like this.
It is not hard for anyone to understand,
not one day would come and go that I didn’t miss.
Canning what you had…
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