The Trees They Do Grow High
Pentangle
3:47Cold mountains they are here around me Cold waters rollin' down the stream Often 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 mornin' First they'll appear and then they're gone I'd rather be in some dark 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 goin' back to East Virginia The place where I was born and raised Cold mountains they are here around me Cold waters rollin' down the stream Often in my sleep I think I see you But when I wake it's just a dream