[1] Two trees on the [4] hillside of the [1] mountain
[5] Always looking [4] up towards the [1] sky
[1] Reminds me of my [4] mama and my [1] papa
Who [5] lived there eighty [4] years before they [1] died

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

Oh the burning of the green wood on the fireplace
The fallen snow around the redbud trees
The branches of the laurel by the creek bed
And the ripplin' waters of the gentle stream

Now papa used to talk about the young days
When he and mama first were settled there
He spoke about the love of the mountains
That he and mama shared together there