Walking Home

Walking Home When the path that lies ahead of me; Becomes difficult to meager through. I close my eyes and in my mind; I walk home to you. Ancient mountains of Appalachia; My ancestors sacred home. My heart lies hidden in the mist; And forever it shall roam. Wild honeysuckle in the breeze; The aroma of fresh mountain rain. Kudzu vines growing everywhere; Memories of you remain. Whisper of voices in the trees; Of those that came before. The songs that the sparrows sing; Moonshine, remedies, and folklore. Momma's cooking and babies sleeping; Old Dirt roads and mountain streams; I walk home to you; If only in my dreams.