Love of the Mountains

Love of the Mountains

© by Allen Mills, Poplar Camp Music (BMI) Used by Permission.

Two trees on a hillside of the mountain,
Always looking up towards the sky.
Remind me of my papa and my mama,
Who lived there eighty years before they died.

Now a bright moon is shining in the valley,
An old wagon leans against a stack of hay.
Two graves on a hillside by a cabin,
My mom and dad are resting there today.

The burning of the green wood in the fireplace,
The fallen snow around the red bud trees.
The branches of the laurel by the creek bed.
And the rippling waters of the gentle stream. (Chorus)

Papa used to talk about the young days,
When he and mama first settled there.
He spoke about the love of the mountains
That he and mama shared together there. (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.