There's a well beaten path on this old mountain side
Where I wandered when I was a lad
Oh I wandered alone to the place i called home
To them blue ridge hills faraway

Oh I love the hills of old Virginia
Those Blue Ridge hills where I did roam
When I die won't you bury me the mountain
Far away near my blue ridge mountain home.

Oh My thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack
And those blue ridge hills far away
My mother and father are laid there to rest
They are sleeping in peace together there.


I'll return to that old cabin door with a sigh
I'm longing for days gone by
When I die won't you bury me on that old mountain side
Make my resting place upon a hill so high


ref: Grisman, Seeger, Hartford

Country Gentlemen
The Early Rebel Recordings