B. R. Hornsby
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Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands
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I fell in love with an Appalachian girl
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She lived in a long line of little row houses
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On the side of an old strip mining hill
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She walked along on the jagged ridge
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And looked as far as she could see
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But the hills out there so up and down
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You only see as far as the next big ridge
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Everytime I see her face
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On the street in the hollow of on the hill
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Another time and another place
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I feel her in my heart still
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Everytime I see her face
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On the street in the hollow in the bend
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I see her in my mind and then
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I go down the road not taken...again
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Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display
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They have to change it about every other day
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Some things never change way out here
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An outsider could always remain that way
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She walked along on the jagged ridge
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She told me she was thinking of me
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But every time I tried to take her away
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She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees
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Everytime I see her face
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On the street in the hollow of on the hill
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Another time and another place
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I feel her in my heart still
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Everytime I see her face
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On the street in the hollow in the bend
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I see her in my mind and then
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I go down the road not taken...again
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Oh I went back there after many years
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So curious and so secretly
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As I looked on I held back a tear
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The road not taken overcoming me
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Oh I saw her she was sitting there
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Older, thinner on the front porch
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It seemed the light a little brighter there
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Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch
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Everytime I see her face
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On the street in the hollow of on the hill
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Another time and another place
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I feel her in my heart still
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Everytime I see her face
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On the street in the hollow in the bend
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I see her in my mind and then
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I go down the road not taken...again
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The Road Not Taken
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| Bruce Hornsby |
