Heartstrings

(Marshall Wilborn)



Way up north where the snow flies

And the sun don't hardly shine

If it weren't for my true love

I'd've long ago lost my mind.

I'd've long ago lost my mind.



There's good folks here and good folks there

Most everywhere I go

But the land of my heart is down

Where the snow white cotton grows.

Where the snow white cotton grows.



When the river runs over from the melting snow

We will take to the higher ground

When the water goes down again, we'll saddle our old paint

We'll be homeward bound.

Me and my love will be homeward bound.



--- Mandolin Instrumental ---



Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree

Holding through tornado wind

Tougher than timber, stronger than steel

They'll guide me back southward again.

They'll guide me back southward again.



When the river runs over from the melting snow

We will take to the higher ground

When the water goes down again, we'll saddle our old paint

We'll be homeward bound.

Me and my love will be homeward bound...