I heard the sound of a redbird sing and the call of a whippoorwill
As the sun pulled over the eastern ridges and warmed the morning hills.
I heard the sound of an old blue hound as he wakened to the day.
He shook off all of his hound-dog dreams and wandered on his way.

CHO: Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory
That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me.
Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory
That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me.

She loved the sound of the banjo's ring and she loved the bluegrass tunes,
And as I recall, she knew them all beneath the mountain moon.
She loved the soft and the easy wind as it whispered in the hills,
And I'd like to think that if I were there she'd maybe love me still.

CHO

The times they come and the times they go. Ya win, sometimes ya lose,
But I love this livin' with every breath and I love to sing the sing blues.