Chorus:
The mountains offered me a new found wisdom,
I blazed harmonic trails - not unlike that of Chisim.
My banjo lifts my soul through harmonic vibrations,
The fiber-skin resonates with soothing meditations.
The tone of my banjo - a familiar pleasant ring,
My faithful road companion whenever I sing.
Verse Three:
Banjo rode my shoulder like an old wooden shingle,
From the road I saw a cabin - people milling 'round.
Folks began to greet my banjo musician silhouette,
A man with a banjo - Appalachian hills would sound.
Chorus:
The mountains offered me a new found wisdom,
I blazed harmonic trails - not unlike that of Chisim.
My banjo lifts my soul through harmonic vibrations,
The fiber-skin resonates with soothing meditations.
The tone of my banjo - a familiar pleasant ring,
My faithful road companion whenever I sing.
Verse Four:
Trees have matured with the gentle mountain rains,
Songs are babblin' brooks - flowing music notation.
The strum of my banjo travels mountain and valley,
Each wisdom of the mountain - such calm sedation.
Break:
My feet have left the mountains,
Banjo and I - memories will sustain.
Our lives are cloaked in blessings,
Singing a mountain chorus refrain.
Chorus:
The mountains offered me a new found wisdom,
I blazed harmonic trails - not unlike that of Chisim.
My banjo lifts my soul through harmonic vibrations,
The fiber-skin resonates with soothing meditations.
The tone of my banjo - a familiar pleasant ring,
My faithful road companion whenever I sing.
Repeat chorus
* Lyrics (C) 2003 Mark D McKinley