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LYRICS There is a hollow where the sunlight never reaches Where the creek bed runs with silver and the limestone bleaches I was born beneath the shadow of the ridge line steep Where the secrets of the pines are the only ones we keep My grandad worked the seam until his lungs were made of dust Leaving nothing but a hammer and a heart consumed by rust Now the morning fog is rolling like a ghost across the trail While the whistle of the midnight train begins its lonely wail Oh, the blue ridge is bleeding in the autumn light And the stars are hanging heavy in the Appalachian night It’s a long way down to the valley floor below Where the ancient rivers whisper things that only mountains know Yeah, the mountains always know I walked the rocky switchbacks where the laurel thickets grow Past the cabins standing empty in a silent, crooked row You can hear the fiddle crying from a porch of rotting wood Asking if we ever left this ground the way we know we should There’s a fever in the timber and a hunger in the stone That can make a man feel crowded when he’s standing all alone Every stone is like a story that was written in the clay Of the ones who stayed for lifetimes and the ones who ran away Oh, the blue ridge is bleeding in the autumn light And the stars are hanging heavy in the Appalachian night It’s a long way down to the valley floor below Where the ancient rivers whisper things that only mountains know Yeah, the mountains always know They took the timber and they took the coal But they couldn’t find the rhythm of the mountain’s soul It’s in the thunder when the summer clouds turn black and deep It’s in the promise that the rhododendron blossoms keep Oh, the blue ridge is bleeding in the autumn light And the stars are hanging heavy in the Appalachian night It’s a long way down to the valley floor below Where the ancient rivers whisper things that only mountains know Yeah, the mountains always knowSleep now in the hollow Where the mountain laurel grows What the river takes away Only the mountain knows Only the mountain knows