| I grew up on the side of Clinch Mountain
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| With the beauties and the music of the woods
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| The sweet song of the bright bubbling fountain
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| And the warble of the birds I understood
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| When I’ve sung my last song in the evening
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| And the sun sets in the golden west
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| All the scenes of this world I’ll be leaving
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| In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest
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| Long ago said the oak and the cedar
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| Singing deeply in a whisper of the past
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| Stood not then this great towering leader
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| Nor the fountain where the crystal gems are kept
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| When I’ve sung my last song in the evening
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| And the sun sets in the golden west
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| All the scenes of this world I’ll be leaving
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| In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest
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| Then I asked, how this green lofty mountain
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| In the cauldron of the lonely desert stood?
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| Said this song of the bright sunny fountain
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| We were given by the waters of the flood
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| When I’ve sung my last song in the evening
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| And the sun sets in the golden west
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| All the scenes of this world I’ll be leaving
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| In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest
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| Out that gate I have passed since my childhood
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| Over the railway through the tunnel to the west
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| Singing songs of the Clinch Mountain wild woods
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| Songs that people found and birds loved the best
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| When I’ve sung my last song in the evening
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| And the sun sets in the golden west
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| All the scenes of this world I’ll be leaving
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| In the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest |