I Must Die within Sight of the Mountains by Paradis Perdu (Charles Richey)

appalachian mountains I Must Die within Sight of the Mountains by Paradis Perdu (Charles Richey) visual representation

I must die within sight of the mountains

Those rippling shoulders of God

Lowered down to the mournful strains

Of a fiddler on fresh turned sod.

Where the blush of the blooming redbud

Freckles the springtime cheeks

And the clouds that loosed a flashflood

Cling to coves and ridges for weeks.

Lay me down beneath some ground

Where barefoot children dance

With mongrel pups and an old coon hound

And love first takes a chance.

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