A Far Cry

I remember the face of an angel

A love that was faithful and true

I left that dear boy in the mountains

For a ramblin' life empty and blueSweet roses bloom where they're planted

Wild flowers seed on the wind

That valley was closer to heaven

Than any place this poor fool's beenIt's a far cry from here to Virginia

But I'd crawl every inch of that ground

My teardrops fall like rain on the roof

Of that Blue Ridge home where I'm boundThis highway's a ribbon of lonesome

Don't care where I lay my head down

My Virginia boy died broken hearted

My sweet mountain darlin' is gone