MOUNTAIN HOME
© Audrey Auld 1997 (APRA)
The roots of my home place run deeper
To a little cabin lost in the trees
Way up high on the mountain
The bosom of my family
Love filled the old wooden home place
Fiddle playing, singing everyday
Dancing to Daddy’s piano
Friends and neighbours, one and the same
My spirit belongs on the mountain
‘neath tall trees, in bracken and broom
Oh bury me there, no headstone, no tears
My spirit lives in my mountain home
The cabin burnt down in ‘67
My mother saved my brother and me
We lost a place called heaven
And memories from over the sea
A new home rose from the ashes
The blackened scars faded from view
Laughter once again, strangers became friends
All around the new forest grew
My spirit belongs on the mountain
‘neath tall trees, in bracken and broom
Oh bury me there, no headstone, no tears
My spirit lives in my mountain home
Now a new family lives in the old place
Too many houses fill the lane
The rough and rocky track’s now smooth and black
The home place will never be the same
Mother mountain watches her children
Growing up and leaving to roam
Oh bury me there but don’t shed a tear
For I’ll be in my mountain home
My spirit lives in my mountain home.
