there s a well beaten path in the old mountainside where i wandered when i was a lad and i wandered alone to the place i call home in those blue ridge hills far away oh i love those hills of old virginia from those blue ridge hills i did roam when i die won t you bury me on the mountain far away near my blue ridge mountain home now my thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack in those blue ridge hills far away where my mother and dad were laid there to rest they are sleeping in peace together there i return to that old cabin home with a sigh i ve been longing for days gone by when i die won t you bury me on that old mountain side make my resting place upon the hills so high 