G C G Now the bright moon is shining in the valley
D C G That old wagon leans against a stack of hay
G C G Two graves on the hillside by a cabin
D C G My mom and dad are resting there today
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.