"Backwoods Mountain Symphony" (a Bluegrass lyric)
© DANOLYRICS 2001
Every night here on Tom`s Ridge,
Looking down towards Bison Creek,
Hear the Backwoods Mountain Symphony now,
I`m taken in by it`s mystique.
Elk are buglin in the distance,
Crickets chirpin to keep in tune,
Screech owl asks who`s listenin,
Coyote`s howlin at the moon.
I`m perched atop my secret rock,
Purely awed by this event,
It`s a million dollar concert,
And I haven`t paid a cent.
Instrumental
Dawn will soon smile upon me,
And the woods will settle down,
Until another sun starts settin,
And the evening rolls around.
Every night here on Tom`s Ridge,
Looking down towards Bison Creek,
It`s the Backwoods Mountain Symphony now,
I`m taken in by it`s mystique,
Oh, the Backwoods Mountain Symphony now,
I`m swept away by it`s mystique.
