Caroline Herring - Black mountain lullaby

Gather round my ^Cta^Gble, say grace ^Dwith ^Gme In my little ^Ctrai^Gler, in the mountains of Wise ^DCoun^Gty Grief is mine for^Cev^Ger, sadness my ^Dsto^Gry Down in Inman ^CHol^Gler, in the mountains of Wise ^DCoun^Gty

^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye ^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye

Mountaintops are ^Cmade ^Gof 1,000 pound ^Dboul^Gders That roll down the ^Chills ^Gand on to our ^Dshoul^Gders Lord, let me ^Cbear ^Git for safe ^Dkeep^Ging Lord, let me ^Cshield ^Git from my dearest ^DJere^Gmy

^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye ^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye

Mama will ^Crock ^Gyou 'til you are ^Dsleep^Ging Angels will ^Chold ^Gyou in their ^Dkeep^Ging Powerful ^Cmen ^Gwill make their ^Dmo^Gney Your name will ^Clive ^Ghere in the mountains of Wise ^DCoun^Gty

Oh, ^Embye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye ^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye

^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye ^EmBye baby, ^Dbaby ^Gbye ^CLittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye My ^Clittle baby ^Dbye-^Gbye