Almost the sky, the West Virginia blue mountains of edge, Shenandoah lives of river

Is old, older there as the trees

Which as the mountains are younger and as a Breeze the choral society rises:


Roads, take the house in the place, me to me western Virginia belong, Gebirgs mutter


Take me house, roads

All my memories injury of their minor, foreigners seize, with the blue water

Which is dark and dusty, paints on the nebulous taste of the sky

Moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Me hear with the entourage their voice, the hours that she points out me to

Radio me my broad house

Weg drivin ' the road calls downwards,

Me receive the morning ' a feelin ' those me should have been yesterday, yesterday