My Clinch Mountain Home

Far away on the hill on a sunny mountain side

Many years ago we parted, my little Ruth and I 

From the sunny mountain side

She clung to me and trembled when I told her we must part

She said don't go my darling it almost breaks my heart

To think of you so far apart

    Carry me back to old Virginia 

    Back to my Clinch Mountain home

    Carry me back to old Virginia 

    Back to my old mountain home

I fold my arms around her, lean her head upon my breast

I told her I would wed her when I come back from the West

At my old Clinch Mountain home

In my hand I hold a picture of the old home far away 

In the other one my sweetheart I'm thinking of today

On the sunny mountain side

My mother's old and feeble, my father's getting gray

I'm going back to Virginia, and I expect to stay

At my old Clinch Mountain home

Recorded 2/14/29 Camden, NJ
                 5/9/35 New York, NY