In The Shadow Of Clinch Mountain

D I grew up on the side of Clinch Mountain, G D with the beauties and the music of the woods, G D the sweet song of the bright bubbling fountain, A A7 D and the warble of the birds I understood. D When I've sung my last song in the evening, G D and the sun sets in the golden west, G D all the scenes of this world I'll be leaving, A A7 D in the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest. D Long ago said the oak and the cedar, G D singing deeply in a whisper of the past, G D stood not then this great towering leader, A A7 D nor the fountain where the crystal gems are cast. D When I've sung my last song in the evening, G D and the sun sets in the golden west, G D all the scenes of this world I'll be leaving, A A7 D in the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest. D Then I asked how this green lofty mountain G D in the caldron the lonely desert stood, G D said this song of the bright sunny fountain, A A7 D we were given by the waters of the flood. D When I've sung my last song in the evening, G D and the sun sets in the golden west, G D all the scenes of this world I'll be leaving, A A7 D in the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest. D Out that gate I have passed since my childhood, G D o'er the railway through the tunnel to the west, G D singing songs of the Clinch Mountain wildwood, A A7 D songs that people found and birds love the best.