When The Golden Leaves Begin To Fall - Bill Monroe

I left the one that love in the mountains

And all the love we shared

But each night as she kneels by her bed side

I know she calls my name in her prayer

When the moon shines on the Blue Ridge mountains

And it seems I can hear my sweetheart call

How I long to be near to my darling

When the golden leaves begin to fall

She knows that I’ll return to the mountains

And will bring to her a wedding ring

It will be placed upon her finger

Happiness to us both it will bring

Winter time is so cold in the mountains

The ground will soon be covered white with snow

How I long to keep the home fires burning

For I know my darling needs me so