OK, here are the lyrics, faithfully transcribed:

SONG OF THE FRENCH BROAD RIVER
(Traditional Collected & Sung by Obray Ramsey)

In the mountains and the valleys where the French Broad River flows,
If it could write the history of the mighty things it knows,
It could write of Boone and Crockett, Jackson and the Cherokee,
Flowing down from Carolina to the hills of Tennessee.
(Banjo Chorus)

From the Pink Pits to the Painted Rocks the Indian made his stand,
Up and down the river, with his bow in his right hand;
Coming from the lowlands, dressed in buckskin, with a gun,
The white man pushing westward, the setting of the sun.
(Banjo Chorus)

From the Big Bald Mountain, down the Edge of Tennessee,
That's the Laurel Valley with its trace of Cherokee;
To the Mountain Island, Laurel River rolls along,
She flows into the French Broad, as she sings her mighty song.
(Banjo Chorus)

Up the French Broad Valley you can hear a lonesome sound,
That's the blood hound baying as he runs the black bear down;
Heading up the mountain, bruin makes a running fight,
He's heading for the balsams, he's fighting for his life.
(Banjo Chorus)

Come and sit down by the river, linger with it all day long,
You will hear a million voices joined together in this song,
The far-off cry of bygone days still linger in the air,
On the bosom of the river you can hear them singin there.