There's a well-beaten path on this old mountainsideWhere I wandered when I was a ladAnd I wandered along to the place I call homeIn the blue-red hills far awayOh, I love those hills of VirginiaFrom those blue-rich hills I've been runnin'When I die, won't you take me on the mountainFar away in my bluest mountain homeOh, my thoughts wander back to that grand shackle-shackIn those blue-rich hills far awayMy mother and dad are laid there to restThey are sleepin' in peace together thereOh, I love those hills of VirginiaFrom those blue-rich hills I've been runnin'When I die, won't you carry me on the mountainFar away in my bluest mountain homeMy bluest mountain homeI return to that old cabin home with a sighI've been long in days gone byWhen I die, won't you bury me on that old mountainsideMake my rest in your heart and say© transcript Emily Beynon