The Morning Moon - Virginia Foothills

I am from a land where the mountains touch the sky
Where fields and trees and rivers stretch for miles and miles
Where each and every star is seen on a cloudless night
A land where the mountains touch the sky

Often in the spring I sit beside the setting sun
As birds take flight I wonder what it'd be like to become
A bird soaring high, she and the sky becoming one
Flying high beside the setting sun

We've got nothing else to do but drive
Through rolling hills under an open sky
We will drive towards purple mountains
Oh we'll drive

Written by:
Claire Furtwangler, Lily Moriarty

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