Night Comes to the Cumberlands
Robert Wills (appears on Friction Fit)
Night comes to the Cumberlands, the meadow goes to bed
Luther Haney's children, by the firelight are fed
Mama sheds a tear for the little one, who never knew the light of day
When night comes to the Cumberlands, the land prepares another day
A hoot owl down the holler mentions something to the breeze
Just a passing fancy, floating lightly twixt the trees
Mama lights a candle in the window, for the one who passed away
As night comes to the Cumberlands, the land prepares another day
The ghost of Horsie Bowman comes a-knockin' at your door
A fog of superstition floats across the cabin floor
Mama stirs the embers of the fire, that had faded far away,
As night comes to the Cumberlands, the land prepares another day
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