2:06am October 25, 2014

“

Sweet roses bloom where they’re planted
Wildflowers seed on the wind
That valley was closer to heaven
Than anyplace this poor fool’s been

It’s a far cry from here to Virginia
But I’d crawl every inch of that ground
My teardrops fall like rain on the roof
Of that Blue Ridge home where I’m bound

”

Kathy Mattea

Wow, she really manages to capture exile (both self-imposed and otherwise) from your birthplace perfectly with not just the words but her voice. And this isn’t the only song on this album that pertains to that.

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