In misty hills of old Virginia
A thicket grows of honeysuckle
By mountain springs so clear delightful
Echoing sounds of home musicians
Who sing the songs of lore and legend
It takes me back to days of children
A time of safety free of danger
We swam and fished in flowing rivers
Collected wealth of springs’ abundance
In misty hills of old Virginia
Memories fade but not forgotten
The days of youth retreat before us
Now spend my time as thoughts do linger
In misty hills of old Virginia
garychildress 