The Old Mountain Tree - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE OLD MOUNTAIN TREE 
Oh! the home we loved by the boundless deep, Where the hills in glory stood, And the moss-grown graves where our fathers sleep 'Neath the boughs of the waving wood; We remember yet with a fond regret For the rock and flowery lea, Where we once used to play thro' the long, long day, In the shade of the old mountain tree. 
Oh! the time went by like a tale that's told In a land of song and mirth, And many a form in the churchyard cold, Finds rest from the cares of the earth; And many a day will wander away, O'er the waves of the western sea, And the heart will pine, and vainly pray For the grave by the old mountain tree. 
We are pilgrims now in a stranger land, And the joys of youth are pass'd, Kind friends are gone, but the old tree stands Unharm'd by the warring blast; Oh! the lark may sing in the clouds of Spring, And the swan on the silver sea, But we mourn for the shade where the wild bird made Her nest in the old mountain tree.