It's where the mountains are high
And the water is clear
The people are proud of where they've been
I heard that an old friend passed away last year
I guess God was missing him
I should head back there I swear to myself I will
I miss the songs of the whip-poor-will
It's been a long time
I haven't seen my mother on the hill
We buried her there so she can feel the wind
I haven't heard from my dad
He must be writing songs about life
Asking why death took his wife
Last week Grandma called,
Grandpa's got cancer and we can't do
Nothing at all
While I'm standing here singing this song
Tears've been cried, my family's dyin'
And I ain't there to say goodbye
Oh tonight, I'm on my way home
Oh tonight, I'm on my way home
