When the moon goes to shining and my heart goes to pining

For my blue ridge mountain home

With the pine trees a swaying and the hound dogs a baying

That is where I long to roam

When the sun comes a beaming and I start into dreaming

Of a place where flowers bloom

When I get back again i'm gonna live til the end

In my blue ridge mountain home

I never thought that I could be so sad

Til I left my mountain home

But the time is a coming when i'll be so glad

And I never more will roam

For i've learned a lesson that I won't forget

Where ever I may be

And oh how i'm longing for the folks back home

For they mean more than all the world to me

When the stars go to winking and I start into thinking

Of the girl I left behind

And I keep on a straying while I know she is praying

That i'm coming back some time

With the old fiddle singing I will soon be a swinging

To the tune of home sweet home

For I know she'll waiting by the old garden gate

In my blue ridge mountain home

(whistle/jews harp/ solo)

Oh my dad and my mother and my cute little brother

They will welcome me back home

And I know they'll be happy when I climb up the hill

To my blue ridge mountain home