Stone House on Blueberry Hill
Well the wire was strung higher than anyone there could have known
And the kinder the reminder the less chance they�d make it back home
There was smoke, there was fog, there were blueberries wild on the hill
There was silence, there was hummin
Pacin and drums without will
There�s a signal in the campfire and nobody knows what it means
There�s a young man who looks old and tired
With eyes that won�t say anything
There�s a soldier, there�s a farmer
A stone house burned black from within
There are friendships that have parted
And brothers who are missing their kin
There�s a buckle made of silver
A leather purse empty of coins
And a bottle to deliver some freedom wherever you�re going
I was there
I was watching
>From an island of trees they were ash
I was empty, I was lonesome
I had questions and no one to ask
There�s a blue ridge in the Blue Ridge
And a history of wanderers there
If you�re lost in those mountains
Remember to look for me there
Thanks to saintseiya23 for adding these lyrics