The Everly Brothers
You are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me.
I miss your laurels and your redbud trees.
When I die...I want to rest upon your graceful mountains so free.
For that is....Where God will look for me.
I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight.
I miss the hound dogs chasing coons.
I know that....
My Mother, Dad, and sweetheart are waiting for me...
I will be coming soon.