I'se been frettin' 'bout the future

And de things dat I'se been told,

'Bout what happens to us folkses

When we starts to gittin' old.

But I took a little journey

To de Eastern part of state;

Gazed at all dat pretty scenery

'Til de time was gittin' late.

Sakes alive what gorgeous colors;

Like de rainbow in de sky;

I just cain't explain my feelin's

But I couldn't help but cry.

As I stared at dem big mountains

Trees and flowers everywhere;

From my heart there welled up praises

'Cause my Lord had put 'em there.

Now, I'se ain't frettin' any longer

For there's one thing dat I see;

If my good Lord made dem mountains

He can shore take care of me.

Copyright 1963 in Tumblin' Creek Tales By Tumblin' Creek Enterprises Nashville, TN

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Transcribed August 2003
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