There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside

Where I wandered when I was a lad

And I wandered alone to the place I call home

In those Blueridge hills far away



Oh I love those hills of old Virginia

From those Blueridge hills I did roam

When I die won't you bury me on the mountain

Far away near my Blueridge mountain home



Now my thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack

In those blue ridge hills far away

Where my mother and dad were laid there to rest

They are sleeping in peace together there



I return to that old cabin home with the sigh

I've been longing for days gone by

When I die won't you bury me on that old mountain side

Make my resting place upon the hills so high