In my mind I see a picture 

And my thoughts begin to roam

To the rolling hills and valleys

That surround my childhood home

I can almost smell the flowers growing wild along the track down to the stream



I hear grandpa telling stories

Sitting on the front porch swing

Scattered on the ground are pages

Of the songs that I would sing

And there I am cross legged with a drink



I'd sing coat of many colours

I knew every word by heart

And I'd thumble through the changes

On an old flat top guitar

Make believe the city hills roll into the smoky mountains Tennessee



I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls

With other kids my age

And the shows would last for hours on the

Opry tree house stage

And the dreams of little children echo still

On Blackwood Hill



I recall the day I packed my bags

Waved Blackwood goodbye

Rolling hills were in my rear view mirror

Stars were in my eyes

And I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage



Sometimes the road I lived on

Leads me back to my old world

On the front porch of my childhood home

Sits a little girl

Her innocence helps me turn back the page



When I'd sing coat of many colours

I knew every word by heart

And I'd thumble through the changes

On an old flat top guitar

Make believe the city hills roll into the smoky mountains Tennessee



I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls

With other kids my age

And the shows would last for hours on the

Opry tree house stage

And the dreams of little children echo still

On Blackwood Hill



Every day was full of music

Family and best friends

Troubles of the world erased

By games of lets pretend



I'd sing coat of many colours

I knew every word by heart

And I'd thumble through the changes

On an old flat top guitar

Make believe the city hills roll into the smoky mountains Tennessee



I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls

With other kids my age

And the shows would last for hours on the

Opry tree house stage

And the dreams of little children echo still

On Blackwood Hill



The little girl inside of me is dreaming still

On Blackwood Hill