On a cold and rainy morning
All of seven years ago
I awakened Ma and Papa
So that they should know
When I told them I was leaving
I could see it in their eyes
Though they tried so hard to hide
The pain inside
I've seen so many places
In the time I've been away
But none of them could tempt me
Strong enough for me to stay
How I miss that open country
With its rolling hills and plains
And I wish that I was walking
In the West Virginia rain
My father, he's still living (My father, he's still living)
Though his hair has turned to grey (Though his hair has turned to grey)
And I hear it's been two summers (And I hear it's been two summers)
Since Mama passed away (Since Mama passed away)
I sometimes get to wondering
Will I ever make it home?
To that old familiar place
Where I was born
How I miss that open country
With its rolling hills and plains
And I wish that I was walking
In the West Virginia rain