For Dolly Parton a heartfelt tribute [Verse 1 — soft guitar & fiddle] Up in the hills where the wildflowers grow, There was a little girl with a heart full of hope, A borrowed guitar and a dream in her eyes, She learned how to turn her tears into songs in the night. From a mountain home to the whole world below, She carried her people wherever she’d go, And every time somebody felt all alone, She’d sing a little sweeter and make them feel home. [Chorus — warm harmonies] So sing me home, sweet Dolly, Where the mountains meet the sky, Where the angels gather ‘round you And the stars don’t ever die. You gave us songs for broken hearts, And hope when hope was gone, So if heaven needs a melody, Just tell them Dolly’s come home. [Verse 2] You sang for the poor, you sang for the lost, You knew that a dream was worth any cost. You gave little children a book to hold, And taught them their stories were worth more than gold. You wore your rhinestones, but that wasn’t your light, It was the love in your heart that made everything bright. And underneath all the laughter and fame, You never forgot where you came from or your name. [Chorus] So sing me home, sweet Dolly, Where the mountains meet the sky, Where the angels gather ‘round you And the stars don’t ever die. You gave us songs for broken hearts, And hope when hope was gone, So if heaven needs a melody, Just tell them Dolly’s come home. [Fiddle Solo — slow, crying fiddle] [Bridge — piano enters, almost whispered] I hope your mama’s waiting, With her arms open wide. I hope your daddy’s smiling With a tear in his eye. I hope there’s a little cabin Somewhere beyond the clouds, And a porch where you can sit and sing While heaven gathers ’round. [Key Change — full choir enters] [Final Chorus] So sing me home, sweet Dolly, Let that golden voice ring true, There are millions of hearts tonight Still singing songs because of you. You taught us love, you taught us hope, You taught us how to carry on… And though we’re crying here below, Heaven must be singing along. [Outro — just guitar] So rest now, mountain angel, You’ve given all you could give. Your songs will keep on breathing As long as there’s a heart that lives. And when the night gets quiet And the stars begin to glow, We’ll listen for that country voice… “Don’t worry, honey… I’m home.” [soft fiddle fades into silence]
