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"The Song of the Mountains" | TBSB at Holiday Hills Bluegrass Festival

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"The Song of the Mountains" | TBSB at Holiday Hills Bluegrass Festival

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The Burnett Sisters Band
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10 224 просмотра · 3 месяца назад
"The Song of the Mountains" is a fan favorite, especially this past weekend in Laurel Hill, FL at the Holiday Hills Bluegrass Festival (May 1-2)! Written by Anneli in collaboration with Geary, "The Song of the Mountains" is a reflection of the small towns in Appalachia evolving and progressing over time. What used to be quiet and quaint villages, even in the last few years are now loud and buzzing populations; some mountain towns are, in a sense, losing the magic that once made them so unique and special. Within the song, Anneli sheds light on her daddy’s frustration with the overpopulation in her hometown, and how she’s learned not to take the little things for granted. Lyrics below! ⬇️ Stream it, HERE! https://sc.lnk.to/bsb-ECEG Order a CD with the track, HERE: https://www.burnettsistersband.com/shop See TBSB on tour, HERE: https://www.burnettsistersband.com/tour LYRICS ⬇️⬇️⬇️ This town’s growing faster year after year These old hills of Appalachia won’t be so clear, With new coming from all around to be here And the breeze of the mountains will soon disappear Well daddy, he’s tired of all the new folks Who don't understand what home means to us They’ll bring all their noise when they settle up here And the voice of the mountains will soon disappear As the old pass away to make way for the new, Something sacred is lost in the change of the tune, It’s heard all around if you listen to hear, That the song of the mountains will soon disappear The rivers they’re cold through the valleys they flow And the leaves of the trees they dance to and fro, They’ll reach till the day when they’re no longer here, And the soul of the mountains will soon disappear As the old disappear to make way for the new, Something sacred is lost in the change of the tune, It’s sung by the birds that make nest far and near That the song of the mountains will soon disappear