From the recording Old Dog New Tracks

On the joy of coming home to the Shenandoah. The song has been called, "... a real beauty of a love letter to the land." 


       Greg Trafidlo, Barbara Martin, & Paul Craft
      Paul Craft Music, Dennis Morgan Music, BMI
                              © 2003
I last crossed these mountains head held high and sure,
Reckless and ready to conquer the world.
Got hung up in a neon haze, tangled in a blacktop maze.
What was clear began to fade, now I’m heading home.
    Crossing over into the valley.
    Shenandoah, you’re my long-lost friend.
    Blue Ridge rising up to greet me.
    Sweet sanctuary, welcome me in.
Your tumbling waterfalls, murmuring streams,
Dogwoods in springtime still bloom in my dreams.
White-tail deer and whippoorwills, miles of green and rolling fields.
My heart hungers for the hills, now I’m heading home.
Repeat Chorus
            Wherever I wander, 
            I know there’ll always be a place for me
            In your Appalachian arms.
Repeat Chorus