Blackwood Hill by Beccy Cole Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In my mind I see a picture and my thoughts begin to roam
To the rolling hills and valleys that surround my childhood home
I can almost smell the flowers growing wild along the track down to the stream
I hear grandpa telling stories sitting on the front porch swing
Scattered all around are pages of the songs that I would sing
And there I am cross legged on a dream
[Chorus]
I'd sing coat of many colors, I knew every word by heart
And I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
Make believe the city hills rolled into the Smokey Mountains Tennessee
I'd swap bubblе gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
And the shows would last for hours on thе Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still, on Blackwood hill
[Verse 2]
I recall the day I packed my bags and waved Blackwood goodbye
Rolling hills were in my rear view mirror, stars were in my eyes
And I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage
Sometimes the road I lived on leads me back to my old world
On the front porch of my childhood home sits a little girl
Her innocence helps me turn back the page
When
[Chorus]
I'd sing coat of many colors, I knew every word by heart
And I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
Make believe the city hills rolled into the Smokey Mountains Tennessee
I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
And the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still, on Blackwood Hill
[Bridge]
Every day was full of music, family and best friends
Troubles of the world erased, by games of lets pretend
[Chorus]
I'd sing coat of many colors, I knew every word by heart
And I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
Make believe the city hills rolled into the Smokey Mountains Tennessee
I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
And the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still, on Blackwood Hill
The little girl inside of me is dreaming still, on Blackwood Hill
In my mind I see a picture and my thoughts begin to roam
To the rolling hills and valleys that surround my childhood home
I can almost smell the flowers growing wild along the track down to the stream
I hear grandpa telling stories sitting on the front porch swing
Scattered all around are pages of the songs that I would sing
And there I am cross legged on a dream
[Chorus]
I'd sing coat of many colors, I knew every word by heart
And I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
Make believe the city hills rolled into the Smokey Mountains Tennessee
I'd swap bubblе gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
And the shows would last for hours on thе Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still, on Blackwood hill
[Verse 2]
I recall the day I packed my bags and waved Blackwood goodbye
Rolling hills were in my rear view mirror, stars were in my eyes
And I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage
Sometimes the road I lived on leads me back to my old world
On the front porch of my childhood home sits a little girl
Her innocence helps me turn back the page
When
[Chorus]
I'd sing coat of many colors, I knew every word by heart
And I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
Make believe the city hills rolled into the Smokey Mountains Tennessee
I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
And the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still, on Blackwood Hill
[Bridge]
Every day was full of music, family and best friends
Troubles of the world erased, by games of lets pretend
[Chorus]
I'd sing coat of many colors, I knew every word by heart
And I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
Make believe the city hills rolled into the Smokey Mountains Tennessee
I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
And the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still, on Blackwood Hill
The little girl inside of me is dreaming still, on Blackwood Hill