IN MY MIND I SEE A
PICTURE AND MY
THOUGHTS BEGIN
TO ROAM
TO THE ROLLING
HILLS AND VALLEYS
THAT SURROUND MY
CHILDHOOD HOME
I CAN ALMOST SMELL
THE FLOWERS
GROWING WILD
ALONG THE TRACK
DOWN TO THE
STREAM
I HEAR GRANDPA
TELLING STORIES
SITTING ON THE
FRONT PORCH
SWING
SCATTERED ON THE
GROUND THE PAGES
OF THE SONGS THAT
I WOULD SING
AND THERE I AM
CROSSED LEGGED
WITH A DRINK
I'D SING COAT OF
MANY COLOURS,
I KNEW EVERY WORD
BY HEART
AND I'D FUMBLE
THROUGH TH E
CHANGES ON AN OLD
FLAT TOP GUITAR
MAKE BELIEVE THE
CITY HILLS ROLLED
INTO THE SMOKY
MOUNTAINS
TENNESSEE
I'D SWAP BUBBLE
GUM FOR CURTAIN
CALLS WITH OTHER
KIDS MY AGE
AND THE SHOWS
WOULD LAST FOR
HOURS ON THE OPRY
TREE HOUSE STAGE
AND THE DREAMS OF
LITTLE CHILDREN
ECHO STILL ON
BLACKWOOD HILL
I RECALL THE DAY I
PACKED MY BAGS,
WAVED BLACKWOOD
GOODBYE
ROLLING HILLS WERE
IN MY REAR VIEW
MIRROR, STARS
WERE IN MY EYES
AND I TRADED
HAIR BRUSH
MICROPHONES AND
TREE HOUSE SHOWS
FOR LIGHTS AND
CENTRESTAGE
SOMETIMES THE
ROAD I LIVED ON
LEADS ME BACK TO
MY OLD WORLD
ON THE FRONT
PORCH OF MY
CHILDHOOD HOME
SITS A LITTLE GIRL
HER INNOCENCE
HELPS ME TURN
BACK THE PAGE
WHEN I'D SING COAT
OF MANY COLOURS, I
KNEW EVERY WORD
BY HEART
AND I'D FUMBLE
THROUGH THE
CHANGES ON AN OLD
FLAT TOP GUITAR
MAKE BELIEVE THE
CITY HILLS ROLLED
INTO THE SMOKY
MOUNTAINS
TENNESSEE
I'D SWAP BUBBLE
GUM FOR CURTAIN
CALLS WITH OTHER
KIDS MY AGE
AND THE SHOWS
WOULD LAST FOR
HOURS ON THE OPRY
TREE HOUSE STAGE
AND THE DREAMS OF
LITTLE CHILDREN
ECHO STILL ON
BLACKWOOD HILL
EVERY DAY WAS
FULL OF MUSIC
FAMILY AND BEST
FRIENDS
TROUBLES OF THE
WORLD ERASED BY
GAMES OF LET'S
PRETEND
I'D SING COAT
KNEW EVERY WORD
BY HEART
AND I'D FUMBLE
THROUGH THE
CHANGES ON AN OLD
FLAT TOP GUITAR
MAKE BELIEVE THE
CITY HILLS ROLLED
INTO THE SMOKY
MOUNTAINS
TENNESSEE
I'D SWAP BUBBLE
GUM FOR CURTAIN
CALLS WITH OTHER
KIDS MY AGE
AND THE SHOWS
WOULD LAST FOR
HOURS ON THE OPRY
TREE HOUSE STAGE
AND THE DREAMS OF
LITTLE CHILDREN
ECHO STILL ON
BLACKWOOD HILL
THE LITTLE GIRL
INSIDE OF ME IS
DREAMING STILL ON
BLACKWOOD HILL
