Banjo sings a lonely song
about the pretty girl for which I
long
She's way up where the clouds can kiss the pines
Like
the new life from the melting snow
and the laughing trout in the
roaring flow
My mountain flower is always on my mind
She's
wilder than the primrose vine
And sweeter than choke cherry wine
The wind blown bluebells song with her you'll find
meanwhile....
this old banjo sings a lonely song
about the pretty flower for
which I long
She's way up where the clouds can kiss the pines
She blooms right through the early fall
Through the aspen's glow
and the big elks call
That mountain flower is beauty warm and kind
And when the snow falls on the rocky tops
and the ice flows
are the only crops
Her smiling touch is like the warm sunshine
the banjo sings a lonely song
about
the pretty flower for which I long
She's way up where the clouds can
kiss the pines