"A Far Cry" as written by Michael Dowling and Janet Dowling....
I remember the face of an angel,
A love that was faithful and true
I left that dear girl in the mountains,
For a ramblin' life empty and blue

Sweet roses bloom where they're planted,
Wild flowers seed on the wind
That valley was closer to heaven,
Than any place this poor fool's been

It's a far cry from here to Virginia
But I've crawled every inch of that ground
My teardrops fall like rain on the roof
Of that blueridge home where I'm bound

This old highway is a ribbon of lonesome,
I don't care where I lay my head down
Virginia has died broken-hearted,
My poor mountain darlin' is gone

It's a far cry from here to Virginia
But I've crawled every inch of that ground
My teardrops fall like rain on the roof
Of that blueridge home where I'm bound

Yeah, my teardrops fall like rain on the roof
Of that blueridge home where I'm bound


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"A Far Cry" as written by Michael Dowling Janet Dowling

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