The Mountain Laurel
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My Heart Is In The Blue Ridge

By Larry G. Aaron © 1989

Issue: January, 1989

My heart is in the Blue Ridge
High upon a hill,
Down in a lonesome valley,
In the song of the Whippoorwill.

My heart is in the Blue Ridge
In Fall's rainbow of leaves,
In a field of wildwood flowers,
In the dance of the honey bees.

My heart is in the Blue Ridge,
When clouds come marching in,
In the smoke curls of a campfire,
In the anthems of the wind.

From azure skies to fireflies,
To treasures of the snow,
My heart is in the Blue Ridge,
It's my heaven here below