Not by a gal who winked an' smiled
Nor a beauty with angelic voice
It was not captured by feminine wiles
Or even kisses tender, soft
A point I knew it true
It was'nt love at the very first sight
Not second or even three
Wasn't smitten with much ado
In a quiet and subtle way
I did not know or realize it then
Just how my love had grown
How could I not have known
Just had to look around
My heart was rooted deep you see
Sunk down, tied in, anchored deep
In the hills all around me
Through oaks, magnolias, pines
I walk in hollers deep and old
Along a rugged ridge
Each footstep planned and sure
On planks of tobaccer barns
As if I touch my beloved's face
Or hold her tender hand
For I am smitten by this place
The mountains and this land.
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