in the deep rolling hills of old virginia there s a place that i love so well where i spent many days of my childhood in the cabin where we loved to dwell white dove will mourn in sorrow the willows will hang their heads i ll live my life in sorrow since mother and daddy are dead we were all so happy there together in our peaceful little mountain home but the savior needs angels up in heaven now they sing around the great white throne as the years roll by i often wonder if we will all be together someday and each night as i wander through the graveyard darkness finds me as i kneel to pray