Cold mountains they are all around me
Cold waters rolling down the stream
Oft in my sleep I think I see you
But when I wake it's just a dream

I've often thought, I've often wondered
What makes young women love young men
They're like the stars on a summer morning
First they appear and then they're gone

I'd rather be in some God holler
Where the sun don't ever shine
Than to see you with another
And know you never would be mine

I've wandered down your lonesome highways
I've chased the stars most of my days
I'm going back to East Virginia
The place where I was born and raised

Cold mountains they are here around me
Cold waters rolling down the stream
Oft in my sleep I think I see you
But when I wake it's just a dream

Writer : JOHN B. MARSHALL
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS OBO HEATHSIDE MUSIC LTD.