[1] There's a well-beaten path on this [4] old mountainside
Where I [5] wandered when I was a [1] lad
There I wandered alone to the [4] place I call home
In those [5] Blue Ridge hills far [1] away

Oh I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blue Ridge hills I did roam
When I die won't you bury me on the mountain
Far away near my Blue Ridge mountain home

Now my thoughts wander back to the ramshackle shack
In those Blue Ridge hills far away
There my mother and dad were laid there to rest
They're sleeping in peace together there

I return to that old mountain home with a sigh
I've been longing for days gone by
When I die won't you bury me on this old mountainside
Make my resting place upon the hills so high