In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia
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There's a place that I love so well
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Where I spent many days of my childhood
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In the cabin where we loved to dwell
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White dove will mourn in sorrow
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The willows will hang their heads
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I'll live my life in sorrow
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Since mother and daddy are dead
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We were all so happy there together
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In our peaceful little mountain home
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But the Savior needs angels up in heaven
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Now they sing around the great white throne
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As the years roll by I often wonder
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If we will all be together someday
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And each night as I wander through the graveyard
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Darkness finds me as I kneel to pray
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White Dove
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| Stanley Brothers |
