When The Moon Goes To Shining And My Heart Goes To Pining
For My Blue Ridge Mountain Home
With The Pine Trees A Swaying And The Hound Dogs A Baying
That Is Where I Long To Roam
When The Sun Comes A Beaming And I Start Into Dreaming
Of A Place Where Flowers Bloom
When I Get Back Again I'm Gonna Live Til The End
In My Blue Ridge Mountain Home

I Never Thought That I Could Be So Sad
Til I Left My Mountain Home
But The Time Is A Coming When I'll Be So Glad
And I Never More Will Roam
For I've Learned A Lesson That I Won't Forget
Where Ever I May Be
And Oh How I'm Longing For The Folks Back Home
For They Mean More Than All The World To Me

When The Stars Go To Winking And I Start Into Thinking
Of The Girl I Left Behind
And I Keep On A Straying While I Know She Is Praying
That I'm Coming Back Some Time
With The Old Fiddle Singing I Will Soon Be A Swinging
To The Tune Of Home Sweet Home
For I Know She'll Waiting By The Old Garden Gate
In My Blue Ridge Mountain Home

(whistle/jews Harp/ Solo)

Oh My Dad And My Mother And My Cute Little Brother
They Will Welcome Me Back Home
And I Know They'll Be Happy When I Climb Up The Hill
To My Blue Ridge Mountain Home