Wild Mountain Honey

There’s a girl in the mountain that I call my mountain honey
And I love her like the flowers love the dew
All the fellars try to claim her but someday I’m gonna claim her
‘Cause my wild mountain honey loves me to

She’s my wild mountain honey and I love her yes I do
She’s as sweet as any honey in the comb
She’s as pretty as the flowers that are blooming in the mountains
And I’m going to marry her and bring her home

Oh I met her in the Smokey Mountains down in Tennessee
When the mountain laurel was blooming in the spring
Everything is bright and sunny and I’m saving up my money
For my wild mountain honey’s wedding ring