Collected by Parler and O'Bryant
Mr. Virgil Lance Mountain Home, Ark August 9, 1958
Reel 358, Item 10
My Home in the White River Hills
(The words of this song are original with the singer.)
There's a stream hidden there up in the mountains,
And it flows through a break in the hills,
It flows by a little log cabin,
My home in the White River hills.
When I left my home in the mountains,
Through the world I then longed to roam,
Now I long to be back in the Ozarks
With the friends that I left there at home.
I've roamed from the plains to the sea shore,
Through the cities with their bright lights and thrills But none recalls to mind such fond memories As the cabin in the White River hills.
If I could stand once more by the fireside,
And kneel by my dear mother's knee,
And see Dad sitting in his old arm chair My sad heart would then happy be.
If I could recall all the sorrow
And the heartaches I've caused them to see,
My heartstrings would sing with their gladness,
My soul would be happy and free.
But now I am far from my loved ones,
And the hills I may nevermore see,
But as long as life beats in my body,
Their memories will linger with me.
If all the gold and the silver Was mine to do with as I will,
I'd exchange it for just one sweet hour In my home in the White River hills.
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