I grew up on the side of Clinch Mountain With the beauties and the music of the woods The sweet song of the bright bubbling fountain And the warble of the birds I understood When I've sung my last song in the evening And the sun sets in the golden west All the scenes of this world I'll be leaving In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest Long ago said the oak and the cedar Singing deeply in a whisper of the past Stood not then this great towering leader Nor the fountain where the crystal gems are kept When I've sung my last song in the evening And the sun sets in the golden west All the scenes of this world I'll be leaving In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest Then I asked, how this green lofty mountain
In the cauldron of the lonely desert stood? Said this song of the bright sunny fountain We were given by the waters of the flood When I've sung my last song in the evening And the sun sets in the golden west All the scenes of this world I'll be leaving In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest Out that gate I have pa**ed since my childhood Over the railway through the tunnel to the west Singing songs of the Clinch Mountain wild woods Songs that people found and birds loved the best When I've sung my last song in the evening And the sun sets in the golden west All the scenes of this world I'll be leaving In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest