I grew up on the side of Clinch Mountain

With the beauties and the music of the woods

The sweet song of the bright bubbling fountain

and the warble of the birds I understood



When I've sung my last song in the evening

And the sun sets in the golden west

All the scenes of this world I'll be leaving

In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest



Long ago said the oak and the cedar

Singing deeply in a whisper of the past

Stood not then this great towering leader

nor the fountain where the crystal gems are kept (passed?)



Then I asked how this green lofty mountain

in the caldron the lonely desert stood

Said this song of the bright sunny fountain

We were given by the waters of the flood



Out that gate I have passed since my childhood

O'er the railway through the tunnel to the west

singing songs of the Clinch Mountain wildwoods

Song that people found and birds loved the best