Scottish by birth
Virginian by grace
So each morn the Lord
I humbly thank
I oft recall
The words father spoke
"Son shoulder thy musket
And climb to the oaks"
Blue Ridge Blue Ridge
It's by providence
That I get to roam
Where heaven's light lives
Blue Ridge Blue Ridge
Where clear water spills
I'm a ken to thy beauty
And a bairn of thy hills
Oh how my eye
Yearns to behold
The wonders afar
Waiting to be told
But I hear my sweet lass
Call in my soul
Haste ye back love
And I know I must go
Blue Ridge Blue Ridge
It's by providence
That I get to roam
Where heaven's light lives
Blue Ridge Blue Ridge
Where clear water spills
I'm a ken to thy beauty
And a bairn of thy hills
Blue Ridge Blue Ridge
It's by providence
That I get to roam
Where heaven's light lives
Blue Ridge Blue Ridge
Where clear water spills
I'm a ken to thy beauty
And a bairn of thy hills