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Mountain Fern - Laura Cantrell
She left her home
On the mountain as a young girl
And she traveled
And rambled all through the wide world
And the world was Kentucky
And then Tennessee
West Virginia to Texas
Everything in between
And her name would be different
From place to place
And her heart might get heavy sometimes
With a worn prayer book
In her guitar case
In a boarding house room
Her banjo she plays
And the wind blows the mountain fern
She sways and bends in the breeze
And our Dixie darlin' is callin' him
She's fallin' right down to her knees
Do you know who to please
Road it got dusty hot
Long and hard
Travelin' night noon
And mornin' in an old Packard car
And though she found fame
And fortune on the radio waves
Well it never came easy
And she longed to be saved
Those hills in Knoxville with their fine white mist
Settled over everything
Put a chill in her heart like the devil's kiss
In the morning light she turns to the King
And the wind blows the mountain fern
She sways and bends in the breeze
And our Dixie darlin' is callin' him
She's fallin' right down to her knees
She finally knows who to please
And it feels
So good just to hear your voice
Rising up with mine
Oh that is a joyous noise
And I hope someday
You will understand why my song
Must be sung for Him
Played for Him
Written for Him
As they're given by Him yes