Mountain Laurel

   Like the Mountain Laurel in the grove dear
   My love is it’s ever green
   Like the Mountain Laurel finds the grove dear
   I’ll find you again

Where the mountain breezes blow
There’s a place I long to go
You’ll be waiting there I know
In the pine and we’ll climb

Into the hills we knew in days gone by
When your heart was gay and so was I
And we’ll find a love we left behind
Long ago long ago