Song "Doe Mountain"
By John Bunts
Doe Mountain
 
In my mind, I go back to Doe Mountain;
Appalachian, Virginia mountain land.
Wild and free, and up past the tree line;
Standing there, I think you’d understand.
 
 
And I know, it’s the best part of me;
Good and true, a precious memory.
Those sweet hills, well they’re my destiny,
There I’m free, there I’m free.

 
 
When times are bad, I go back to Doe Mountain;
It never fails to bring a smile to my face.
It has this powerful hold over me;
That time and distance just cannot erase.
 
 
And I know, it’s the best part of me;
Good and true, a precious memory.
Those sweet hills, well they’re my destiny,
There I’m free, there I’m free.


 
When my time comes, take me back to Doe Mountain;
Climb the mountain, and find the oldest tree.
Smell the mountain, honeysuckle and the forest;
Close your eyes, and say goodbye to me.
 
And I know, it’s the best part of me;
Good and true, a precious memory.
Those sweet hills, well they’re my destiny,
There I’m free, there I’m free.


There I’m free, there I’m free....