There's Magic in the Mountains

[Verse] I was born where the rivers run clear, In a cabin made of hand-hewn beams. Grandma's tales 'bout the mountain deer, Filled my childhood with dreams. [Verse 2] Daddy played his old Gibson steel, By the fire on those cold winter nights. With every note, I could feel, The mountains' whisperin' lights. [Chorus] There's magic in the mountains, you see, In every stone and tree. Where the mist kisses the valley green, And the stars make you believe. [Verse 3] Mama's garden, oh how it bloomed, With wildflowers she'd tend with care. In every scent, there's a story exhumed, Of love and simple prayers. [Verse 4] Sunday church with a choir's sweet sound, Echoed through the hills so high. In each hymn, we felt the ground, Lift us closer to the sky. [Chorus] There's magic in the mountains, you see, In every stone and tree. Where the mist kisses the valley green, And the stars make you believe.