(James Lunsford)
Blue Ridge Mountains turnin' green
I wanna go home again to see my mountain friends
Springtime opens up my heart
Makes me want to share that good ole mountain air
Life's so young and free for all
For those who answer the Blue Ridge Mountains call
Blue Ridge Mountains turnin' green
I wanna go home again to see my mountain friends.
Sunrise drinks the morning dew
Walkin' on new cloud ground distant cowbells sound
Tall trees reach the misty blue
And all there leaves are green the shadows on a mountain stream
Dogwood and mountain laurel bloom
A welcome mat for neature's living room
Blue Ridge Mountains turnin' green
I wanna go home again to see my mountain friends.
Nightime gathers in the crowd
Listen to the children sing hear the banjos ring
Blue Ridge Mountains music sound
Comes from lonely hill the song of a whippoorwill
Old time fiddles that I hear playin' the tune that I love so dear
Blue Ridge Mountains callin' me
I wanna go home again to see my mountain friends
Blue Ridge Mountains turnin' green...