Appalachia

Oh, my heart for Appalachia

Oh, my heart for these blue hills

Oh, my heart forever captured

Beating still

Many nights I lay here sleepless

Many nights I watch the stars

Many nights I make my way home

From afar

Oh, my heart swept down the river

And though it all be washed away

It's not the first time I've had nothing

Or knelt to pray

My people came from pain and famine

A hundred days on a dark sea

You think I'd let some wind and water

Tear the roots from me?

Friend, come inside for a cup of coffee

Come inside for a dry bed

Come inside and let me feed you

Rest your weary head

These mountains stood before we found them

And they'll outlast our children, too

I promise spring will paint the hills

In mountain laurel bloom

Mend our hearts and mend the harrow

Clear the barn and sweep the floors

Light the lanterns, tune up the fiddle

Swing wide the doors

We will dance with all our sorrows

And we will sing through all our tears

We'll tuck our babies into their beds

And hope for better years

We'll tuck our babies into their beds

And hope for better years