High climb
Johnclarestokes
But for a time
The path is strewn
With darkness and mist
But beyond the ridge
There lies the love
Upon the crest
Never more to miss.
O’er East River
O’er the East River Mountain
To the land beyond ole Cumberland
The Pocahontas whistle sounds
Come, come, to the eternal grounds.
To the peak of East River Mountain
Far Below Bluefield
The home place of my mother
The birth place of her son.
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