Oh, the old mountain's pines,

voiceCollected & Transcribed by Mary Celestia Parler Reel 150 Item 1 Mrs. Laura Bement Elm Springs, Arkansas September 20, 1953 The Old Mountain's Pines When the night gathers cold On the moor and the mold, Then ray thoughts through the twilight will roam, Till in fancy I stand in my dear native land 'Neath the pines of my beautiful home. Refrain: Oh, the old mountain's pines, Oh, the old mountain's pines ! Till in fancy I stand in my dear native land On the hills 'neath the old mountain's pines. And I list to the brook in the green shady nook, Making music so softly and low, And the song of the birds Which my infancy heard In that beautiful time long ago. But there is one simple song Which has lived all along, For it fell in such smooth flowing lines; 'Tis the song of the breeze Coming up from the seas In the boughs of the old mountain's pines. Oh, my memory twines 'Round the beautiful pines Waving green in the glory of spring, Standing high and alone On the mountain's high throne Where the winds in the long summer sing. And long, long may it stand, An emblem so grand Of the home in life's wanderer given, Which the weary soul finds 'Mid the beautiful pines On the golden savannas of heaven. She also sings the tenor part of the first stanza and Refrain.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation