A Far Cry

I remember the face of an angel,

A love that was faithful and true

I left that dear girl in the mountains,

For a ramblin' life empty and blue



Sweet roses bloom where they're planted,

Wild flowers seed on the wind

That valley was closer to heaven,

Than any place this poor fool's been



It's a far cry from here to Virginia

But I've crawled every inch of that ground

My teardrops fall like rain on the roof

Of that blueridge home where I'm bound



This old highway is a ribbon of lonesome,

I don't care where I lay my head down

Virginia has died broken-hearted,

My poor mountain darlin' is gone



It's a far cry from here to Virginia

But I've crawled every inch of that ground

My teardrops fall like rain on the roof

Of that blueridge home where I'm bound



Yeah, my teardrops fall like rain on the roof

Of that blueridge home where I'm bound