Blue Ridge Mountain Baby
Writers: Barry Abernathy, Jim Van Cleve


She's my Blue Ridge Mountain baby

Sweeter than a turtle dove.

And my Blue Ridge Mountain baby

She's the only one I love.

When the moon shines bright

on the Blue Ridge at night,

and our little cabin in the pines,

She's My Blue Ridge Mountain baby.

Heaven knows I'm glad she's mine.


In the spring of '49

Back in the hills of Caroline

Though we were only seventeen,

I vowed that she would wear my ring.


Our love Blossomed like the laurel

On the Blue Ridge mountain side.

Growing stronger like a dogwood,

Sweet as a honeysuckle vine.


Many years we've been together.

The Lord has blessed our happy lives.

Children playing round the cabin,

A Blue Ridge mountain paradise.