Brown Mountain Light

In the days of the old covered wagon

When we camped on the flats for the night

With the moon shining dim over the old canyon rim

We'd watch for that brown mountain light

High on a mountain

And deep in the canyons below

It shines like the crown of an angel

And fades as the mist comes and goes

Way over yonder

Night after night until dawn

A lonely old slave comes back from the grave

Searching, searching, searching

For his master who's long gone home

Many years ago a southern planter

Came huntin' in this wide world alone

And so they say the planter lost his way

And never did make it to his home

His trusting old slave brought a lantern

And searched day and night but in vain

Now that old slave is gone, but his spirit lingers on

And the lantern still casts its light

High on a mountain

And deep in the canyons below

It shines like the crown of an angel

And fades as the mist comes and goes

Way over yonder

Night after night until dawn

A lonely old slave comes back from the grave

Searching, searching, searching

For his master who's long gone home

High on a mountain

And deep in the canyons below

It shines like the crown of an angel

And fades as the mist comes and goes

Way over yonder

Night after night until dawn

A lonely old slave comes back from the grave

Searching, searching, searching

For his master who's long gone home