Spoken: in the hills of north carolina, since the times of the
Early settlers, a strange light has
Been witnessed near the top of brown mountain. to this day, no
One can explain the mystery of
The brown mountain light.
High on the mountain and down in the valley below. it shines
Like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes.
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn. a faithful old
Slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, long gone.
In the days of the old covered wagon, when they camped on the
Flats for the night
With the stars growing dim on the old high gorge rim, they would
Watch for the brown mountain light.
Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this wild land
And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way and never
Returned to his home.
His trusty old slave brought a lantern and searched, but in
Vain, day and night.
The old slave is gone but his spirit wanders on and the old
Lantern still casts its light.