Mountain Fern
(Laura Cantrell) Thrift Shop Songs, BMI Adm by BUG

She left her home on the mountain as a young girl
And she traveled and rambled all through the wide world
The world was Kentucky and then Tennessee
West Virginia to Texas and everything in between

And her name would be different from place to place
And her heart would get heavy sometimes
With a worn prayer book in a guitar case
In a boarding house room a banjo she plays

And the wind blows the mountain fern
And she sways and bends in the breeze
Our dixie darling is calling him
She’s fallen right down on her knees
Do you know who to please?

The road got rocky, hot long and hard
Traveling night noon and morning in an old Packard car
And she found fame and fortune on the radio wave
But it never came easy and she longed to be saved

The hills of Knoxville with their fine white mist
Settles over everything
Put a chill in her heart like the devil’s kiss
When the morning comes she turns to the king

And the wind blows the mountain fern
And she sways and bends in the breeze
Our dixie darling is calling him
She’s fallen right down on her knees
She finally knows who to please?

And it feels so good just to hear your voice
Rising up with mine
Oh that is a joyful noise
And I hope someday you will understand why my song
Must be sung for him, played for him,
Written for him as they’re given by him