Dad's Old Rocky Field (The Very Best of Ralph Stanley, 2002)
In mind I often make a journey To Dad's old farm back in the hills Where Mom and Dad and all the children Had worked and played in Dad's old field
CHORUS: There's a mountain stream that's flowin' From the top of a lonesome hill Beside the stream flowers were growin' And it runs through Dad's old rocky field
I see the old porch where we gathered To string our beans from Dad's field Where friends and neighbors were helpin' We'd all join in and sing a hymn CHORUS
An old rail fence barely standing That Dad had built around his field And the mountain water making music To the tune of a lonesome whippoorwill CHORUS
Now Mom and Dad never left there Though us kids all strayed way Now once a year we make the journey Back up that hill where they lay CHORUS