Linda Lou

In the state of West Virginia among the peaceful rolling hills
I met a mountain maid with eyes of blue
Golden hair so soft and curly and her lips were like the dew
She was the queen of West Virginia and her hame was Linda Lou
Linda Lou, Linda Lou can’t you hear me calling you
Calling like a lonesome dove my Linda Lou
When the moon is in the blue and the stars are shining too
Can’t you hear my lonely heart calling for you Linda Lou
I recall the night I met her how I held her hand in mine
I recall the night we kissed and said adieu
Many miles may separate us if i should cross the ocean blue
My heart is still in West Virginia with my darlin' Linda Lou