Paroles de A Far Cry

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