My Old Smoky Mountain High

My Old Smoky Mountain High                       December 21, 2013

I left behind my baby Autumn so red
And her flames as my fairest mistress

To immerse within His Nativity scene
 During the newly turned Winter Solstice.

The rooftops over her rustic highlands
 In East Tennessee are powdery white,

And I love to visit that mile-high alpine
 Village late upon cold wintery nights.

My fair lady lives here, as I feel of the
 Grazing deer greeting each, one, and all.

 This is my old Smoky Mountain high,
 My friends! It is Nature's greatest call.  

Fair Dolly, oh sing-song nightingale!
 I've come to ask you how you always
 So sonorously croon to my heart and
Make my soul weep tears of love, her
Soul only knows how! I will always love
 You, my dearest Jolene! For Dolly shall
Love you and all, and be the song of my
 Peaceful serene mind! And upon my raft

I bid thee River! River! Ferry downstream
My body across the rainbow trout below
Your winding Holston trail blaze, for it is
 Quite frigid, but I see nothing at all wrong
 With a bit of a Smoky Mountain High fun!

I must hike on godly Nature's steps to His
 Smoky Mountain High, to the rooftops of
 Dixie's Southland, till I reach Home a High!

I will breathe His air and baptize my spirit:
 It is His decree! Let me open my arms, say
 To my Lord, "I am free!" to step upon a little
 Piece of Heaven to sing to my dear old Jolene

Amid picking banjos in concert within this old
 Smoky Mountain High and the country scene!