American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 Mountaineers Farewell

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12

MOUNTAINEERS FAREWELL.

I have come from the mountains of the old granite State,
Where the hills are so lofty, magnificent and great;
I have left kindred spirits in the land of the blest,
When I bade them adieu for the far distant West;
Oh, thy mountains! oh, thy valleys!
In my own native State.

Chorus.
I have come from the mountains of the old granite State,
Where the hills are so lofty, magnificent and great.

Oh, thy hills and thy valleys are sacred all to me,
No matter in what lands of others I may see;
I have viewed scenes as sunny, as fair and as smooth,
And I'll think of the cottage that stands in the grove;
Oh, that homestead! oh, my childhood!
In my own native State.

Chorus.
Oh, thy hills and thy valleys are sacred all to me.
No matter in what lands of others I may see.

When I think of the fair one who once was my pride.
As she roved among the mountains so closely by my side,
I will sigh for the days that never will come back,"
For she sleeps on the shores of the bold Merrimack:
Oh, that loved one! oh, that graveyard!
In my own native State.

Chorus.
Then I'll think of that fair one who once was my pride.
As she roved among the mountains so closely by my side.

A mother dear I have lost-she has gone to the grave.
She was the dearest blessing that God ever gave;
I will go to the spot where buried is the loved,
For I seem to hear her singing with the angels above;
Oh, my mother! I bless her ashes!
In my own native State.

Chorus.
A mother dear I have lost-she has gone to the grave,
She left her orphan weeping to go to God who gave.