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Blue Ridge Blues
by Tony WhitakerSo far
have I travelled
So much
have I done
I’ve skied
the Swiss Alps
strolled beaches
in the sun
But I hail from
the Blue Ridge
of sweet Caroline
so carry
me back there
when my life is done
Oh take
me back home
when my life
is done
the place where
my memories
were made
when I was young
My heart wants
to be there
a trout on the line
riding the ridges
of the Eastern
divide
Whispered tales
in the evening
as we sit
by the fire
dancing shadows
on faces
smiles filled
with desire
Oh take
me back home
when my life
is done
the place where
my memories
were made
when I was young
My Blue Ridge
Mountains
so blue in
the sun
Its swift
pristine rivers
brought so much fun
When the day
finally left us
we'd eat
then drink some
and sing
as we strummed
sometimes
until dawn
Oh take
me back home
when my life
is done
the place where
my memories
were made
when I was young
Yes, the place
where memories
made me
when I was young
12/25/2009 Author's Note: This in 3/4 time (or a waltz as in 1-2-3, 1-2-3, etc.) To the tune of Mull of Kyntyre by Paul McCartney & Wings except I play lead blues guitar using the A minor Pentatonic and Dorian Mode.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFhKmMWG3WE
Posted on 12/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/25/09 at 03:55 PM Tony, thanks for this ode all the way from Alp-land. I have been in the Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains and I know the beauty of which you speak. Even alpine beauty fades in the warm cast of homelight on Caroline. I hope you make it back soon. I like the rhymes. They make your poem homey. I can really hear the yearning and some sadness in your poem, perhaps made more poignant by the season when family becomes more important. Love and peace to you today and in the coming year, my friend. Blessings to you and all of your family from Dallas, Texas where we are having our first white Christmas in 80 years. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/25/09 at 06:00 PM Love the song, Tony! You know to Adam, Paradise was home. To many among his descendants, home is paradise. Thanks. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/26/09 at 09:56 PM This is lovely...so melodic I can almost hear you singing Tony. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/29/09 at 03:24 PM Great lyrics! This song needs to be recorded. I think it would be major hit! I really always enjoyed visiting the Blue Ridge Mts. Yes, in someways I think better than the Rockies. The Alps have their own unique attraction. |
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