There's a well-beaten path on this old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wandered along to the place I call home
In the blue-red hills far away
Oh, I love those hills of Virginia
From those blue-rich hills I've been runnin'
When I die, won't you take me on the mountain
Far away in my bluest mountain home
Oh, my thoughts wander back to that grand shackle-shack
In those blue-rich hills far away
My mother and dad are laid there to rest
They are sleepin' in peace together there
Oh, I love those hills of Virginia
From those blue-rich hills I've been runnin'
When I die, won't you carry me on the mountain
Far away in my bluest mountain home
My bluest mountain home
I return to that old cabin home with a sigh
I've been long in days gone by
When I die, won't you bury me on that old mountainside
Make my rest in your heart and say
© transcript Emily Beynon