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I sing the road in summer when the wildflowers are in bloom.
The early morning coolness
falls away too soon.
Lace beyond my shoulder,
wind touches my back.
Trees in their sweet strength make up for
everything I lack.
And you and I will be long gone when mountains drift away,
No matter what we
care to do or what we dare
to say.
So what's the use in sitting,
wondering what this life might bring?
The road ahead is wide and true and this is why I sing.
Ride, baby, ride, their heaven can wait.
Ride, baby, ride, though they say it's too late.
Ride, baby, ride, before the sun gets too high.
We move while we're living, brake when we die.
Music fills the silence on Mother Nature's ride,
A sparrow shares her heart song, fiddle by her side.
Flat feet fill the hills, tapping their own tune.
A whispering doe dashes past and disappears too soon.
And you and I will be long gone when mountains drift away,
No matter what we hope to do
or what we dare to say.
So what's the use in sitting,
wondering what this life might bring?
The road ahead is wide and true, and this is why I sing.
Ride, baby, ride, heaven can wait
Ride, baby, ride, it's not too late.
Ride, baby, ride, the sun's not yet high.
Live while you're moving, feel love when you try.
Every hill around these parts holds secrets you might seek.
The East Coast's highest dame, for one, the Otter's lofty peaks,
Granddad's swinging bridges,
Pisgah's misty way,
where bears play peek-a-boo with you
as you farewell the day.
Ride along these mountain crests, you'll understand the thrill
of sweating in a low gear, then speeding down a hill.
The blue, the smoke, the wonder, the fleeting butterfly,
the storm off in the distance,
the grits and humble pie.
And you and I will be long gone
when mountains drift away.
No matter what we yearn to do
or what we dream to say.
So what's the use in sitting,
wondering what this life might bring?
The road ahead is wide and true and this is why I sing.
Ride, Blue Ridge, ride, your heaven can't wait.
Ride, Blue Ridge, ride, it's never too late.
Ride, Blue Ridge, ride, the sun's rising high.
You live for our journey, roll on by and by.