[Intro]
[Verse 1]
A single string hums ‘neath the moon’s silver glow,
Through the holler and ridge where the cold winds blow.
It sings of the valleys, the dust, and the rain,
A melody born from the heart’s lonesome strain.
[Chorus]
Oh, the banjo’s cry echoes the night,
One string tells a story of a long, weary flight.
From the mountains to the rivers where the willows all bend,
It’s a traveler’s hymn that don’t know where it’ll end.
[Verse 2]
A lonesome crow calls from a d**d oak tree,
While the fiddle’s asleep and the guitar runs free.
But that single string trembles with memories untold,
Of a love lost to time and a pocket of gold.
[Chorus]
Oh, the banjo’s cry echoes the night,
One string tells a story of a long, weary flight.
From the mountains to the rivers where the willows all bend,
It’s a traveler’s hymn that don’t know where it’ll end.
[Bridge]
The old pine whispers, the dirt road sighs,
A shadow dances where the firelight dies.
With every pluck, the past comes alive,
A single string sways, and the world’s stripped to jive.
[Outro]
[Chorus]
Oh, the banjo’s cry echoes the night,
One string tells a story of a long, weary flight.
From the mountains to the rivers where the willows all bend,
It’s a traveler’s hymn that don’t know where it’ll end.
[Outro]
