CHORUS
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine
In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine
Where you carved your name and I carved mine.
Oh, you — like the mountains are blue
Like the pine — I am lonesome for you
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine.
On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine
Just below is the little cabin home of a little girl of mine
Her name is June and very, very soon she’ll belong to me
For I know she’s waiting there for me ‘neath that lone Pine tree.
CHORUS