I grew up on the side of Clinch Mountain
With the beauties and the music of the woods
The sweet song of the bright bubbling fountainand the warble of the birds I understood When I've sung my last song in the evening And the sun sets in the golden west All the scenes of this world I'll be leaving In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest
Long ago said the oak and the cedar
Singing deeply in a whisper of the past
Stood not then this great towering leadernor the fountain where the crystal gems are kept (passed?)Then I asked how this green lofty mountainin the caldron the lonely desert stood
Said this song of the bright sunny fountain
We were given by the waters of the flood Out that gate I have passed since my childhood
O'er the railway through the tunnel to the westsinging songs of the Clinch Mountain wildwoods
Song that people found and birds loved the best
