VIRGINIA

Rise up in the morning,
Butterflies stir your dreams.
And roll away with the morning fog
Any sorrow your day may bring.
Great grandmammy was a runaway slave.
You know, she paved the way for me.
Virginia, take me up to the mountain
And let my freedom sing!

“Lordy, Lordy” says my daddy,
“So many ghosts beneath my feet.
They passed away, but some would say,
They passed their mourning unto me.”
You always hurt the one you love.
My daddy works for strip mine companies.
Virginia, take him up to the mountain
And let his freedom sing!

I can climb the paths on the mountain.
Some made before. Some made by me.
And I can run them in the day or night
And those who are lost, I set them free.
But with the fall comes a heavy fog,
I get so lost - Help this blind boy see!
Virginia, take me up to the mountain
And let my freedom sing!