(Len Wright & E. L. Scarborough)
I left my old home back in the mountains
For many long years I roamed around
I can hear that lonesome whistle blowin'
I'm going back there to settle down.
Chorus:
I love those Carolina mountains
And the little girl I left behind
But I know I'll never forget her
Oh, how I long to make her mine.
I looked out my window and wondered
If everything there looks the same
I can see the blue eyes of my darlin'
I'm going back there to change her name.
Chorus:
I love those Carolina mountains
And the little girl I left behind
But I know I'll never forget her
Oh, how I long to make her mine...