This Old Dominion, by Andrew McKnight

This Old Dominion

from Where This River Runs by Andrew McKnight

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Nothing is quite like the onset of spring in the Blue Ridge
foothills, a divine gift for which I am always grateful.
Dedicated to the spirit of John Denver, who certainly
understood the inspirations and implications of place.

lyrics

Words & music A. McKnight, ©1995 Catalooch Music, BMI

Verse 1
Spring comes here, with the blooming of the crocus,
brings sharply into focus, the beauty of this land
The Blue Ridge turns, from its winter purplish hue,
to a greener shade than you could describe with words

Verse 2
The daffodils spring, to greet newborn leaves with splendor,
my simple mind wonders, at the magic that they make
Bluebirds come, bringing warmer days behind them,
beauty almost blinding, where field and forest meet

Chorus
Now as I lay me down to sleep, I pray this way of life for my soul now to keep
the seasons are speaking, the time wheel is creaking,
and this Old Dominion calls me like a lover tried and true,
Shenandoah’s flowing and the valley is glowing,
under yellow sun and azure sky, calling me home

Verse 3
Late April brings, blooming flowers to all the treetops,
from redbuds bumblebees bop, drinking nectar sweet,
The highlands burst, with azaleas in the deep woods,
clear creeks running through pools, looking for the sea
Chorus

Bridge
I’ve become part of these valleys and peaks,
of thunderstorms and babbling creeks
Muggy summer days melt into autumn leaves,
that turn and drop and cover my eaves

Verse 4
Winter’s chill paints, hoary frost upon my window,
tin roof rattles as the wind blows, making lots of noise
By a crackling fire, as I curl up for the evening,
with a good book and some tea leaves, simple mind wandering to the coming, of the spring
Chorus

credits

from Where This River Runs, released 01 August 1998
AM - vocals, guitar
Jeff Arey - mandolin
Randy Barrett - banjo
Frank Gotwals - dobro
Ralph Gordon - bass
Stephanie DeLage Thompson - harmony vocals

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Nationally-acclaimed singer/songwriter and guitarist celebrates rural America, weaves masterfully crafted songs, humorous ... more stories and poetic drama into a musical soundscape sketched with shades of Appalachia, tasteful slide and jazzy blues, feisty anthems, and rustic folk. 5 solo CDs heard on many public & community radio, plus NPR "Art of the Song" & "River City Folk" and XM/Sirius. less