The Road Not Taken

Down in the southwest virginia town of richlands I fell in love with an appalachian girl She lived in a long line of little row houses On the side of an old strip mining hill She walked along on the jagged ridge And looked as far as she could see But the hills out there so up and down You only see as far as the next big ridge Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow of on the hill Another time and another place I feel her in my heart still Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow in the bend I see her in my mind and then I go down the road not taken...again Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display They have to change it about every other day Some things never change way out here An outsider could always remain that way She walked along on the jagged ridge She told me she was thinking of me But every time I tried to take her away She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow of on the hill Another time and another place I feel her in my heart still Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow in the bend I see her in my mind and then I go down the road not taken...again Oh I went back there after many years So curious and so secretly As I looked on I held back a tear The road not taken overcoming me Oh I saw her she was sitting there Older, thinner on the front porch It seemed the light a little brighter there Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow of on the hill Another time and another place I feel her in my heart still Everytime I see her face On the street in the hollow in the bend I see her in my mind and then I go down the road not taken...again --- The Road Not Taken - Bruce Hornsby and Bruce Hornsby & the Range