Love Of The Mountains




Two trees on the hillside of the mountain
Always looking' up toward the sky
Reminds me of my Papa and Mama
Who lived there eighty years before they died


Now a bright moon is shining in the valley
An old wagon leans against a stack of hay
Two graves on a hillside by a cabin
My Mom and Dad are resting there today


The burning of the green wood on the fireplace
The fallen snow around the redwood tree
The branches of the laurel by the creek bed
And the rippling' waters the little stream


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Papa used to talk about the young days
When he and Mama first settled there
He spoke about the love of the mountains
That he and Mama shared together there

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