Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands

I fell in love with an Appalachian girl

She lived in a long line of little row houses

On the side of an old strip mining hill

She walked along on the jagged ridge

And looked as far as she could see

But the hills out there so up and down

You only see as far as the next big ridge



Everytime I see her face

On the street in the hollow of on the hill

Another time and another place

I feel her in my heart still

Everytime I see her face

On the street in the hollow in the bend

I see her in my mind and then

I go down the road not taken...again



Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display

They have to change it about every other day

Some things never change way out here

An outsider could always remain that way

She walked along on the jagged ridge

She told me she was thinking of me

But every time I tried to take her away

She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees



Everytime I see her face

On the street in the hollow of on the hill

Another time and another place

I feel her in my heart still

Everytime I see her face

On the street in the hollow in the bend

I see her in my mind and then

I go down the road not taken...again



Oh I went back there after many years

So curious and so secretly

As I looked on I held back a tear

The road not taken overcoming me

Oh I saw her she was sitting there

Older, thinner on the front porch

It seemed the light a little brighter there

Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch



Everytime I see her face

On the street in the hollow of on the hill

Another time and another place

I feel her in my heart still

Everytime I see her face

On the street in the hollow in the bend

I see her in my mind and then

I go down the road not taken...again