Cold mountains they are here around me
Cold waters rolling down the stream
Often in my sleep I think I see you
But when I wake it's just a dream
I've often thought, I've often wondered
What makes young women love young men?
They're like the stars on a summer morning
First they appear and then they're gone
I'd rather be in some dark holler Where the sun don't ever shine
Than to see you with another And know you'd ever would be mine
I've wandered down your lonesome highways
I've chased the stars most of my days
I'm going back to East Virginia The place where I was born and raised
Cold mountains they are here around me
Cold waters rolling down the stream
Often in my sleep I think I see you
But when I wake it's just a dream