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The Kingston Trio

Brown Mountain Light

 

Brown Mountain Light

(album: Something Special - 1962)


In the hills of North Carolina, since the times of the early settlers
A strange light has been witnessed near the top of Brown Mountain
To this day, no one can explain the mystery of the Brown Mountain Light

High on the mountain and down in the valley below
It shines like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn
A faithful old slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, long gone

In the days of the old covered wagon, when they camped on the flats for the night
With the stars growing dim on the old high gorge rim, they would watch for the Brown Mountain Light

High on the mountain and down in the valley below
It shines like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn
A faithful old slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, long gone

Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this wild land alone
And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way and never returned to his home
His trusty old slave brought a lantern and searched, but in vain, day and night
The old slave is gone but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light

High on the mountain and down in the valley below
It shines like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn
A faithful old slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, long gone

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