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-Capo 4th fret- Verse 1:
FTwo trees on the Fhillside of the Fmountain GAlways looking Fup towards theF sky
FReminds me of Fmy mama and my Fpapa GWho lived there F80 years before theyF died
Chorus:
FNow the bright moon is sFhining in the Fvalley GThat old wagon leans aFgainst a stack of hFay
FTwo graves on the hFillside by aF cabin GMy mom and dad are Fresting there Ftoday
Verse 2: Oh the burning of the greenwood on the fireplace The fallen snow around the red bud tree The branches of the laurel by the creek bed And the rippling waters of the gentle stream Chorus Verse 3: Now 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 Chorus