Lyrics

Maggie Valley

When America was young, before the anthems were sung,
Along the Blue Ridge of North Carolina;
There lived a young potter who had a lovely daughter,
Whose countenance could not have been finer.

He kissed goodbye his lover, his only child's mother
Who died when little Maggie arrived;
And as a young widower, he held her tight and considered her
The essence and joy of his life.

Chorus:
Sweet as molasses and the sugar cane,
Soft as the dew and the gentle rain,
The winds that blow through the North Carolina plain
Can still be heard whistling Maggie's name.

Maggie Valley lives on, & longtime after she's gone,
The trees hold her memory in view;
And her long auburn hair perfumes the crisp mountain air,
And lingers to comfort me and you.

Chorus:
Can you hear her singing in the rushing stream?
See the light of her eyes in the moonbow's gleam?
The prettiest face you have ever seen
Etched in the sky and the bright sunbeam.

Chorus:
Sweet as molasses and the sugar cane,
Soft as the dew and the gentle rain,
The winds that blow through the North Carolina plain
Can still be heard whistling Maggie's name.