(Matraca Berg/Ronnie Samoset)
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He came into town in the early springtime
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To work with my daddy down in the mines
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It was hot in the summer when he said goodbye
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And he left me a secret I can no longer hide
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Now the only thing here that is welcoming me
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Is a cold rainy morning, and a Greyhound bus seat
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He just had to come back and try to explain
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Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain
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Mountains of sorrow, mountains of pain
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You'll never give for my baby a name
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My family's honor took it away
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Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain
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I was washed in the blood of the river you filled
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Now the sound of a shotgun rings through the hills
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And the blood of her father runs through its veins
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Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain
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Mountains of sorrow, mountains of pain
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You'll never give for my baby a name
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My family's honor took it away
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Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain
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Tears in the hollow, tears of my shame
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Cry for your daughter, Appalachian rain
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Appalachian Rain
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| Matraca Berg |
