Whispers from the Hemlock Holler

(Verse 1) Creek water whisperin' secrets low, 'Bout the mountain's wisdom, slow and slow. Hemlock shadows stretchin' long and deep, Peace in the silence, secrets to keep. Campfire light a-flickerin' in the night, Stars above, burnin' ever so bright. (Chorus) Old man mountain, he don't speak a word, But lessons learned, ain't never heard In no dusty book or preacher's plea, Just the wind's sigh in the old oak tree. Truth ain't found in the city's glare, It's here in the hollers, hangin' in the air. (Verse 2) Daddy's anger, a thunderin' storm, Left scars deeper than any coal mine's form. Sixteen years, kicked out in the cold, These Kentucky hollers, stories untold. Broken arm, achin' bone and all, But this rusted guitar, answered my call. (Bridge) Found solace in the strings, a mournful cry, Echoin' the pain I couldn't deny. Each note a whisper, a prayer sent high, To the mountain's spirit, beneath the sky. (Chorus) Old man mountain, he don't speak