Tonight I’m dreaming of Avery County
Where the cool mountain breezes blow
O’er the laurels and rhododendrons
And my sweet Avery County Rose
I can hear the old folks singing
While the fiddles softly play
I can hear that banjo ringing
Thru the valley at close of day
The fragrance of the flowers
Fill the air with sweet perfume
As my sweetheart walked beside me
Neath that Avery County moon