Mountain Mamas

Down by the creek, where the willows weep, Grave shanties rise from their sleep. Tales of love and tales of woe, Whispered softly, down below. In the moonlight's eerie glow, Ghosts of old put on a show. Their voices carry on the wind, Telling tales of where they've been. (Chorus) Mountain mamas, with hearts of gold, Their stories through the ages told. They dance between the earth and sky, Where the spirits never die. (Bridge) Banjos strumming, guitars wail, In the mountain breeze, they set sail. Bluegrass melodies meet metal's roar, In the land where legends soar. (Verse 3) So raise a toast to the ones who roam, In the hills they call their home. Mountain mamas, forever true, In their songs, we find our due. (Chorus) Mountain mamas, their voices ring, Through the valleys, they forever sing. In the heart of the mountains, we'll stay, With the mountain mamas, come what may. Down by the creek, where the willows weep, Grave shanties rise from their sleep. Tales of love and tales of woe, Whispered softly, down below. In the moonlight's eerie glow, Ghosts of old put on a show. Their voices carry on the wind, Telling tales of where they've been. (Chorus) Mountain mamas, with hearts of gold, Their stories through the ages told. They dance between the earth and sky, Where the spirits never die. (Bridge) Banjos strumming, guitars wail, In the mountain breeze, they set sail. Bluegrass melodies meet metal's roar, In the land where legends soar. (Verse 3) So raise a toast to the ones who roam, In the hills they call their home. Mountain mamas, forever true, In their songs, we find our due. (Chorus) Mountain mamas, their voices ring, Through the valleys, they forever sing. In the heart of the mountains, we'll stay, With the mountain mamas, come what may.