Down where the laurel leans into the stream
I planted wildflowers chasing a dream
But the hills hold secrets deep and wide
And they never gave you back, though Lord knows I tried
Echoes in the holler, whispers on the breeze
Footsteps in the darkness, shadows in the trees
I call your name, but the mountains reply
With echoes in the holler and a lonesome lullaby
Your boots by the doorway, dust covered and worn
The cradle by the hearth you made for our firstborn
The fire still burns, but it don't feel warm
Just flickers of memories faded and torn
Echoes in the holler, whispers on the breeze
Footsteps in the darkness, shadows in the trees
I call your name, but the mountains reply
With echoes in the holler and a lonesome lullaby
Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's the rain
Maybe it's your voice tangled in my pain
The pine boughs weep where we carved our names
Now moss has grown but the pain remains
Echoes in the holler, whispers on the breeze
Footsteps in the darkness, shadows in the trees
Echoes in the holler, whispers on the breeze
Footsteps in the darkness, shadows in the trees
I call your name, but the mountains reply
With echoes in the holler and a lonesome lullaby