MOUNTAIN GIRL

NEO FOLK BALLAD

Mountain Girl
by Patricia L Francis - Copyright © Patricia L Francis

 

 

Ain't much left for a Mountain Girl
Tryin' to make it in this heartless world
She prefers a bubblin' stream
to the City Lights

She hangs on to her mountain dreams
Places where the air is clean
Where the wind whispers through
the evergreens

Another night in this big old town
listenin' to the trucks wind down
Wonderin' how it ever got
this way

She remembers the movie shows
Where the hero always goes
After the girl

that he cares for

She's lookin' for that man
Who ain't afraid to take a stand
Who cares enough to hold her hand
in the mountain breeze

But in this age of self and greed
He ain't nowhere to be seen
A mountain girl is left to dream
all alone

Another day, Another Dawn
Time moves, she's movin' on
Lookin' for her hero to
ride into town

But all the horses have long since died
And the heroes learned how to hide
She hangs her head down on her pillow
and starts to cry

Please don't tell her she is wrong
For hangin' on for so long
Or that her heroes are forever gone
into the past

Cause she knows there's a man out there
Who's still heroic enough to share
A Mountain dream with this
Mountain Girl

Ain't much left for a Mountain Girl
Tryin' to make it in this heartless world
She prefers a bubblin' stream
to the City Lights

She hangs on to her mountain dreams
Places where the air is clean
Where the wind whispers through
the evergreens...

 

Ain't much left for a Mountain Girl....

Author's Note

Neo-folk song-moderate tempo- last line-a capella- vocally hangs in the air
Art Photographer: Shanna-Marie Photo: Porter Lake, New Vineyard, Maine from
Shanna-Marie's astounding portfolio

Reviews

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

Loved it. Again. I can hear the music. I knew it was folky before I read that. Great write and great word choice.
Ain't much left for a Mountain Girl
Tryin' to make it in this heartless world
She prefers a bubblin' stream
to the City Lights

She hangs on to her mountain dreams
Places where the air is clean
Where the wind whispers through
the evergreens...



That could hang out on it's own as a poem.
Wonderful job.
Love All, Mejasha