I left the one that love in the mountains
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And all the love we shared
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But each night as she kneels by her bed side
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I know she calls my name in her prayer
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When the moon shines on the Blue Ridge mountains
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And it seems I can hear my sweetheart call
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How I long to be near to my darling
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When the golden leaves begin to fall
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She knows that I'll return to the mountains
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And will bring to her a wedding ring
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It will be placed upon her finger
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Happiness to us both it will bring
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Winter time is so cold in the mountains
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The ground will soon be covered white with snow
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How I long to keep the home fires burning
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For I know my darling needs me so
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When The Golden Leaves Begin To Fall
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| Bill Monroe |
