My heart is a Blue Ridge Mountain,
and my head an overflowing fountain
My heart is a Blue Ridge Mountain,
but I never, never knew
I woke up this morning, and I saw a new day dawning
I woke up this morning but I never, never knew
My hands are like John Henry's,
sing a song for his poor memory
My hands are like John Henry's
but I never, never knew
My heart is a Blue Ridge Mountain,
but I never, never knew