Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song when I was 19 years old, and am fortunate to have had it recorded by several artists, including former Limeliters lead singer Glenn Yarbrough, on his "Live At Harrah's" double CD.
Lyrics
Chorus: Rock me Grandpa, tell me 'bout the mountains,
Tell me how the Cherokee found them, many moons ago.
Rock me Grandpa, tell me 'bout the hills and valleys,
Tell me 'bout the girl named Sally, and how you loved her so.
Sit on my lap now, boy, and look off toward the West,
Now close your eyes and dream awhile, and I'll supply the rest.
That's a mountain sunset, boy, paintin' fire in the sky,
And it's the good Lord's way of singin' you a Blue Ridge lullaby.
(Chorus)
Sit on my lap now, boy, and I'll tell you about the days,
When your Grandma and I used to lie in the grass, just to watch the skies ablaze.
It's been about forty years, your Grandma she's been gone,
But I can see those eyes in the Blue Ridge skies that called my Sally home.
(Chorus)
So I sat on his lap awhile, and I looked off toward the West,
Then I closed my eyes and I dreamed awhile, and he supplied the rest.
Well, that's a mountain sunset now, paintin' fire in the sky,
And as the shadows fall I can still recall a tear in an old man's eye, when I said . . .
(Chorus)
Words and music Kevin L. Brown (1979), all rights reserved.
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