Jan. 2004
I still want a simple life
Beneath the canopied trees.
A small stream to sit beside,
To watch the floating leaves.
‘Til I get there, I’ll just go
Hiking through the Cumberland.
Into the gulfs, ‘neath hemlock trees,
Inside a hidden wonderland.
Laurels and ferns tenderly kissed
by crystal drops of dew.
Ravens circle in the mist,
And, every hour is new.
‘Til I get there, I’ll go
Hiking through the Cumberland.
Into the gulfs, ‘neath hemlock trees,
Inside a hidden wonderland.
Then someday I’ll plant my feet
In that small warm home ‘neath that large cool tree.
And that’s where they can bury my bones -
In the Cumberlands of Tennessee.
‘Til I get there, I’ll go
Hiking through the Cumberland.
Into the gulfs, ‘neath hemlock trees,
Inside a hidden wonderland.