The roots of my home place run deeper To a little cabin lost in the trees Way up high on the mountain The bosom of my family Love filled the old wooden home place Fiddle playing, singing everyday Dancing to Daddy’s piano Friends and neighbours, one and the same My spirit belongs on the mountain ‘neath tall trees, in bracken and broom Oh bury me there, no headstone, no tears My spirit lives in my mountain home The cabin burnt down in ‘67 My mother saved my brother and me We lost a place called heaven And memories from over the sea A new home rose from the ashes The blackened scars faded from view Laughter once again, strangers became friends All around the new forest grew My spirit belongs on the mountain ‘neath tall trees, in bracken and broom Oh bury me there, no headstone, no tears My spirit lives in my mountain home Now a new family lives in the old place Too many houses fill the lane The rough and rocky track’s now smooth and black The home place will never be the same Mother mountain watches her children Growing up and leaving to roam Oh bury me there but don’t shed a tear For I’ll be in my mountain home My spirit lives in my mountain home.