(Verse 1) I walked the ridge where the pines don’t grow, With my fiddle and a heavy soul, The wind it moaned like a mourning dove, Cryin’ out for my only love. She danced like fire in the golden wheat, Barefoot grace and honey-sweet, But the earth took her when the cold wind blew, Left me singin’ the whole night through. (Chorus) Don’t look back, don’t turn ‘round, The hills will whisper and pull you down, There’s a price for love when the dark runs deep, And the ghosts don’t ever sleep. I played my song through the gates of black— But they said, “Boy, don’t look back.” (Verse 2) I crossed the river with the devil’s fare, Sang my sorrow through that stifled air, The shadows wept and the silence broke, Even death bowed low when I spoke. She followed me with a heartbeat’s hush, Through caverns cold and fields of dust, But the fear crept up like a rising flood, And I turned for just one look at her. (Chorus) Don’t look back, don’t turn ‘round, The hills will whisper and pull you down, There’s a price for love when the dark runs deep, And the ghosts don’t ever sleep. I played my heart, but the strings went slack— Lord, I swear I won’t look back. (Bridge) Now the valley keeps her ‘neath the stone, And I walk these woods alone, Playin’ songs she’ll never hear, For love and loss and all I fear. (Final Chorus) Don’t look back, don’t turn ‘round, The past will find you and drag you down, If love’s a flame, then grief’s the smoke, Chokin’ soft on the words you spoke. I still sing by the railroad track, But I know I can't bring her back. (Outro) So I walk the ridge where the pines don’t grow, With my fiddle and a heavy soul.
