Oh, the West Virginia hills!
How majestic and how grand.
With their summits bathed in glory,
Like our Prince Immanuel’s land!
Is it any wonder then,
That my heart with rapture thrills,
As I stand once more with loved ones
On those West Virginia hills!
O the hills, Beautiful hills,
How I love those West Virginia hills.
If o’er sea or land I roam
Still I think of happy home.
And the friends among the West Virginia Hills.
Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze.
Chorus: Country Roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eyes.
I hear her voice in the mornin’ hours she calls me,
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin’ down the road I get a
Feelin’ that I should’ve been home yesterday, yesterday