[Intro – Appalachian Folk] (Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft banjo, distant fiddle) [Verse 1] I was born where the pine trees grow, Where the creek runs cold and the wild winds blow, Daddy taught me the ways of the mountain, Mama taught me what a good heart’s worth. I’ve walked these hills since I was young, With an old six-string and a song unsung, But there’s a fire underneath these feet, Calling me where the mountains meet the sea. [Pre-Chorus] And the fiddle starts crying, Like it knows where I’ve been, And the banjo keeps time With the beat of the wind. [Chorus – Appalachian Harmonies] Take me home, take me home, Where the wild winds call my name, Through the valleys, through the hollows, Through the sunshine and the rain. Let the old songs rise around me, Let the whole world hear me sing, I was raised beneath these mountains, But my heart belongs to everything. [Verse 2] I met a girl by the river bend, With a laugh that could make a broken heart mend, She had fire in her eyes like a midnight flame, And she danced barefoot when the fiddle played. We chased the moon through the summer night, Two wild hearts underneath the stars so bright, And every road that we ever knew Led me right back home to you. [Chorus – Bigger Harmonies] Take me home, take me home, Where the wild winds call my name, Through the valleys, through the hollows, Through the sunshine and the rain. Let the old songs rise around me, Let the whole world hear me sing, I was raised beneath these mountains, But my heart belongs to everything. [Instrumental Break – Celtic Transition] (Banjo drops away. Fiddle becomes faster and more Celtic, acoustic guitar driving underneath. Bodhrán-style percussion enters.) [Bridge – Group Vocals] Hey-oh, hey-oh, Hear the mountain calling! Hey-oh, hey-oh, Hear the river rolling! From the hills of Appalachia To the shores across the sea, Every old road tells a story, Every song remembers me! [Final Chorus – Full Group] Take me home, take me home, Where the wild winds call my name! Raise your voices, raise them higher, Let the whole world sing again! From the hollers to the highlands, From the valleys to the sea, I was born beneath these mountains, And these mountains live in me! [Outro – Celtic/Bluegrass] (Fast fiddle, bodhrán, banjo and acoustic guitar; layered group vocals chanting “Hey-oh!”) Hey-oh! Hey-oh! Let the mountain voices ring! Hey-oh! Hey-oh! Let the old-time country sing! (Fiddle and percussion gradually slow, ending with one final acoustic guitar chord.)
