Thanksgiving in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Golden leaves falling, the cool mountain breeze

Family gathered 'round, hearts so at ease

Thanksgiving whispers through the valley's sound

It's just Thanksgiving in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Sunrise on the fields, harvest has been shared

Pumpkin pies and cornbread, plenty everywhere

Laughter echoes softly, children run and play

Grateful for the blessings on this autumn day

From the mountain peaks to the valley low

Love and unity continue to grow

Hand in hand, in this sacred ground

Singing praises, feeling soul's profound

It's just Thanksgiving in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Where the heart of the Shenandoah beats in harmony

Food on the table, family all around

Celebrating this great nation’s symphony

Farming hands worked hard, now the feast is near

Stories shared around the fire, memories clear

Colors of the season paint the country side

Gratitude and love, standing side by side

From the mountain peaks to the valley low

Love and unity continue to grow

Hand in hand, in this sacred ground

Singing praises, feeling soul's profound

It's just Thanksgiving in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Where the heart of the Shenandoah beats in harmony

Food on the table, family all around

Celebrating this great nation’s symphony

Hear the spirit singing in the cool mountain air

Every smile a treasure, every prayer a prayer

This land of beauty, built on strength and grace

Forever held in love’s warm embrace

Sun sets slow, the fire’s glow remains

Thankful spirits, easing all our pains

In these Blue Ridge hills, love’s always found

Just Thanksgiving in the Blue Ridge Mountains