Brown Mountain Lights

In the days of the
 Old covered wagon
 Where they camped
 On the flats for the night
 Where the moon shone dim
 Ore the old canyon rim
 And they searched for
 The Brown Mountain Lights
 High on the mountain
 And deep in the valley below
 It shines like the
 Crown of an angel
 And fades as the
 Mist comes and goes
 Way over yonder
 Night after night
 Until dawn
 A lonely old slave
 Comes back from the grave
 Searching
 Searching
 Searching
 For his master
 who's long gone on
 Many years ago
 A southern planter
 He came hunting
 In these woods all alone
 And it was there
 That they say
 That the planter lost his way
 And he never returned
 to his home
 High on the mountain
 And deep in the valley below
 It shines like the
 Crown of an angel
 And fades as the
 Mist comes and goes
 Way over yonder
 Night after night
 Until dawn
 A lonely old slave
 Comes back from the grave
 Searching
 Searching
 Searching
 For his master who's long gone on
 His trusting old slave
 Brought a lantern
 He searched night after night
 But in vane
 Now the old slave is gone
 But his spirit lingers on
 And his lantern
 It still casts its light
 High on the mountain
 And deep in the valley below
 It shines like the
 Crown of an angel
 And fades as the
 Mist comes and goes
 Way over yonder
 Night after night
 Until dawn
 A lonely old slave
 He comes back from the grave
 Searching
 Searching
 Searching
 For his master who's long gone on