My Story

My Story
He was a boy with pale blue eyes
Who came some day to realize
It’s almost heaven
It’s almost heaven
It’s almost heaven to be free
He threw away his youth and now it’s gone
The days were short, the nights were long
He sang: «West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me higher, take me home»
He met some women, he met some girls
To break their hearts, to wear their shirts
He sang: «West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me higher, take me home.»
He was a boy with pale blue eyes
Who came some day to realize
My dream is over
My dream is over
Mountain Mama, take me home