There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside   Where I wandered when I was a lad   And I wandered alone to the place I call home   In those Blueridge hills far away      Oh I love those hills of old Virginia   From those Blueridge hills I did roam   When I die won't you bury me on the mountain   Far away near my Blueridge mountain home      Now my thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack   In those blue ridge hills far away   Where my mother and dad were laid there to rest   They are sleeping in peace together there      I return to that old cabin home with the sigh   I've been longing for days gone by   When I die won't you bury me on that old mountain side   Make my resting place upon the hills so high