(listen to last five minutes to hear this one…)

WEST VIRGINIA, OH MY HOME

West Virginia, oh my home.
West Virginia, where I belong.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet
I slip away like a bird in flight
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.

It’s been years now since I left there
And this city life’s about got the best of me.
I can’t remember now why I left so free,
What I wanted to do, what I wanted to see,
But I can sure remember where I come from.
Chorus–

Well, I paid the price for the leavin’
And this life I have is not one I thought I’d find.
Let me live, love, let my cry, but when I go just let me die
Among the friends who’ll remember when I’m gone.
Chorus–

Bridge:
Home, home, home.  Oh, I can see it so clear in my mind.
Home, home, home.  I can almost smell the honeysuckle vine.
In the dead of the night and the still and the quiet
I can slip away like a bird in flight
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.

So nice to see my old friends singing again…seeking spirit

Here’s some more of the good stuff:

Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone?

If anyone ever wondered where I got my fight, just listen to this…

and here’s music from the back porch at Hallihurst in Elkins!

OLD FLAMES CAN’T HOLD A CANDLE TO YOU

….
Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I’ve known
And remember how holding them made me not feel so alone
And I feel you beside me and even old lovers are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn

Old flames can’t hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
I’ve known one or two
But old flames can’t hold a candle to you
Old flames can’t hold a candle to you

…here’s another favorite

PARADISE by John Prine

When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there’s a backwards old town that’s often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn

And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away

Well, sometimes we’d travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill

And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away

Then the coal company came with the world’s largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the  land
Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man

And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away

When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I’ll be halfway to Heaven with paradise waitin’
Just five miles away from wherever I am

And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in  asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.

Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.

AND FINALLY:
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WON’T YOU COME AND SING FOR ME?

I feel the shadows now upon me,
And fair angels beckon me,
Before I go, dear Christian brothers,
Won’t you come and sing for me?

Sing the hymns we sang together,
That plain little church with the benches all worn.
How dear to my heart, how precious the moment
We stood shaking hands and singing the songs.

My burden’s heavy, my way has grown weary.
I have traveled the road that was lost.
And it would warm this old heart, my brother,
If you’d come and sing one song.

Sing the hymns we sang together,
That plain little church with the benches all worn.
How dear to my heart, how precious the moment
We stood shaking hands and singing the songs.

In my home beyond that dark river,
Your dear faces no more I’ll see,
Until we meet where there’s no more sad partings,
Won’t you come and sing for me?

Sing the hymns we sang together,
That plain little church with the benches all worn.
How dear to my heart, how precious the moment
We stood shaking hands and singing the songs.

and listen to this great tribute to Pete Seeger by Bruce Springsteen:

My husband and I were there singing with Pete and Bruce!  I Thank God.   Thank you, Jesus.

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