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Come Back to Shenandoah

See that river rollin’ silver, Moonlight on the water slow, Hear the whippoorwill a-callin’ Where the tall wild grasses grow. These old hills are still rememberin’ Every step we used to know. And you say, “Now I must leave you,” Turn your face and let me go— From the ridge and from the valley, From the fields of corn and crow. Oh, don’t leave me standin’ lonesome, Don’t you break my heart in two— Come back home to Shenandoah, I’ll be waitin’ here for you. Apple blossoms in the springtime, White against the morning sun, Cedar smoke and supper simmerin’, Day’s hard work at last undone. Every porch light in the holler Shines for someone’s wanderin’ son. And you say, “Now I must leave you,” Turn your face and let me go— From the ridge and from the valley, From the fields of corn and crow. Oh, don’t leave me standin’ lonesome, Don’t you break my heart in two— Come back home to Shenandoah, I’ll be waitin’ here for you. You’ve been travelin’ past the skyline, Past the city’s restless glow, But no streetlight ever warms you Like the fireflies down below. Every road you take will bend you Back to where your roots still grow. And you say, “Now I must leave you,” Turn your face and let me go— From the ridge and from the valley, From the fields of corn and crow. Oh, don’t leave me standin’ lonesome, Don’t you break my heart in two— Come back home to Shenandoah, I’ll be waitin’ here for you. Hear the Sunday bell a-ringin’, Driftin’ soft across the plain, Dust risin’ off the gravel When the summer brings the rain. Every mile you roam just whispers That you ought to come again. And you say, “Now I must leave you,” Turn your face and let me go— From the ridge and from the valley, From the fields of corn and crow. Oh, don’t leave me standin’ lonesome, Don’t you break my heart in two— Come back home to Shenandoah, I’ll be waitin’ here for you. When that last train leaves the station And the whistle fades away, Shenandoah keeps on callin’ At the break of every day. There’s a place here by the river Where your heart was meant to stay. And you say, “Now I must leave you,” But the hills won’t let you go— From the ridge and from the valley, From the fields of corn and crow. Oh, don’t leave me standin’ lonesome, Don’t you break my heart in two— Come back home to Shenandoah, I’ll be waitin’ here for you.