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Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands |
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I fell in love with an Appalachian girl |
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She lived in a long line of little row houses |
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On the side of an old strip mining hill |
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She walked along on the jagged ridge |
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And looked as far as she could see |
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But the hills out there so up and down |
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You only see as far as the next big ridge |
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Everytime I see her face |
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On the street in the hollow of on the hill |
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Another time and another place |
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I feel her in my heart still |
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Everytime I see her face |
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On the street in the hollow in the bend |
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I see her in my mind and then |
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I go down the road not taken...again |
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Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display |
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They have to change it about every other day |
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Some things never change way out here |
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An outsider could always remain that way |
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She walked along on the jagged ridge |
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She told me she was thinking of me |
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But every time I tried to take her away |
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She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees |
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Everytime I see her face |
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On the street in the hollow of on the hill |
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Another time and another place |
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I feel her in my heart still |
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Everytime I see her face |
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On the street in the hollow in the bend |
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I see her in my mind and then |
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I go down the road not taken...again |
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Oh I went back there after many years |
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So curious and so secretly |
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As I looked on I held back a tear |
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The road not taken overcoming me |
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Oh I saw her she was sitting there |
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Older, thinner on the front porch |
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It seemed the light a little brighter there |
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Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch |
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Everytime I see her face |
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On the street in the hollow of on the hill |
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Another time and another place |
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I feel her in my heart still |
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Everytime I see her face |
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On the street in the hollow in the bend |
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I see her in my mind and then |
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I go down the road not taken...again |
