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I swear I see her in my dreams sometimes |
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Held up in the middle of the night |
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Shakin like a pistol in a young mans hand |
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There in the pale moonlight |
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Standin up the top of that lonely hill |
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Spared by the company mines |
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Is my blue eyed baby with her best dress on |
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In the shadow of a lonely pine |
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It was back before the war |
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When the company came |
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These hills grew wild and free |
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Me and baby we'd hide in the hollers low |
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Away from the cruel sun's heat |
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But then they knocked down the timber |
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And burned off the brush |
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To get to the riches below |
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And when they pulled out |
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They left a cold black ground |
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And one pine standing lone |
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So take me home... |
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Lone pine hill |
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I signed up back in '61 |
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I'm an army of Virginia man |
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I've been from Mannasas to Mackonackey |
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All the way to Sailors Creek fighting |
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For my home land |
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After 4 years gone and all hope lost |
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And Richmond under seige |
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And we're diggin out Five Forks |
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And waitin in the rain |
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For Sheridan to bring us to our knees |
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So take me home... |
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Lone pine hill |
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There's a strange moon hangin' overhead tonight |
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And if the rain keeps comin then the creek's gonna rise |
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With the good lord's grace |
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I'll make it outta this place |
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I'll be in her arms come the morning light I swear... |
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So god grant me speed and grant me forgiveness |
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And carry me on through the night |
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Take me through the hills and over your rivers |
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Away from this awful fight |
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Cause I ain't never known a man that's ever owned another |
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Ain't never owned nothin' of my own |
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And after 4 long years I just can't tell you |
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What the hell I've been fighting for... |
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So take me home... |
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Lone pine hill |
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Take me home... |
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Lone pine hill |
