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In eighteen thirty-one the county was born
A name for a hero the nation had sworn
The spirit of freedom was carried along
A land of the mountains, both steadfast and strong
By eighteen sixty-two the cannons did roar
The valley was shaken by echoes of war
The blue and the gray left their mark on the land
But courage and will gave the people their stand
Eighteen seventy the rail line was laid
The coal and the timber their fortunes displayed
Come nineteen ten Thurmond was bustling wide
The trains through the gorge were the county's pride
The ovens were burning, the miners were strong
Their voices of labor still echo in song
By nineteen sixty the towns turned to stone
The ghost camps remain with their stories alone
The mill by the creek turns steady and slow
The Hawks Nest disaster a sorrow we know
Adventure now calls with the rafters' cheer
The park and the gorge draw the world to here
In nineteen seventy-seven the bridge touched the sky
An arch in the mountains where eagles still fly
It carries the future, the past held tall
A promise of hope that welcomes us all
The Gorge holds the echoes of voices long gone
The river keeps rolling, forever its song
From coal camp ruins to adventures anew
The spirit of mountains is steady and true