Well, I found this, but no details as to writer(s) or tune:


LOVE OF THE MOUNTAINS

Two trees on the hillside of the mountain,
Always looking' up toward the sky,
Reminds me of my Papa and Mama,
Who lived there eighty years before they died.

CHORUS: Now a bright moon is shining in the valley.
An old wagon leans against a stack of hay.
Two graves on a hillside by a cabin,
My Mom and Dad are resting there today.

The burning of the greenwood on the fireplace,
The fallen snow around the redbud tree,
The branches of the laurel by the creek bed,
And the ripplin' waters of the little stream.

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.


Malcolm