Basket Landing: Music

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In the hollow where the pines are standing tall,
In the shadows where the woods are dark and still,
To a worn and weathered track my thoughts keep turning back,
To my old mountain home below the hill.

CHORUS:
Oh, I left it in the springtime when the flowers were in bloom,
And I told my folks I'd see them in the fall,
But the road keeps stretching onward from the cradle to the tomb,
And I guess I'll never see my folks at all.

I can hear the geese crying in the sky,
I can see the dry leaves blowing in the rain,
I miss the wood fires on a cold and rainy night,
And the trees are scratching at my windowpane.

As the years go by and seasons pass away,
That old place keeps returning to my mind,
I'd give a lot to see that place so dearly,
That hollow in the woods I left behind.