(Utah Phillips)
Oh, the green rolling hills of West Virginia
Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know
Though the times are sad and drear
And I cannot linger here
They’ll keep me and never let me go
My daddy said don’t ever be a miner
For a miner’s grave is all you’ll ever own
Cause the hard times everywhere
I can’t find a dime to spare
These are the worst times I’ve ever known
But the green rolling hills of West Virginia
Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know
Though the times are sad and drear
And I cannot linger here
They’ll keep me and never let me go
(Instrumental)
So I’ll move away into some crowded city
In some northern factory town you’ll find me there
Though I’ll leave the past behind
I’ll never change my mind
These trouble times are more than I can bear
But the green rolling hills of West Virginia
Are the nearest thing to heaven that I know
Though the times are sad and drear
And I cannot linger here
They’ll keep me and never let me go
(Instrumental)
But someday I’ll go back to West Virginia
To the green rolling hills I love so well
Yes someday I’ll go home
And I know I’ll right the wrong
These trouble times will follow me no more
Yes someday I’ll go home
And I know I’ll right the wrong
These trouble times will follow me no more
