High on a Mountain

by Ola Belle Reed, © Midstream Music (BMI). Used by Permission.

As I looked at the valleys down below,
They were green just as far as I could see.
As my memory turned, oh how my heart did yearn,
For you and the days that used to be.

High on a mountain, wind blowin’ free,
Thinkin’ about the days that used to be.
High on a mountain, standing all alone,
Wonderin’ where the years of my life have flown.

Oh I wonder if you ever think of me,
Or if time has blotted out your memory
As I listen to that breeze whisper gently through the trees,
I’ll always cherish what you meant to me. (Chorus)

Instruction on how to play this song can be found in Wayne Erbsen’s books: Bluegrass Jamming on Fiddle, Bluegrass Jamming on Mandolin and Bluegrass Jamming on Banjo.


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