Here comes the fall

It’s mountain season
When the warmth turns to cold
I love the air in September
The trees are all I know

I could live in a tiny house
On a hill there’s a view
I’d probably stay there forever
Somewhere out in Boone

Here comes the Fall
In Appalachia I grew
Watching the leaves slowly die
Through the mountains
Winter’s coming soon
Oh, North Carolina
Oh, North Carolina

In the home of the roots
Where we settle and drink
It’s hotter than hell in the summer
But winter gets colder than you think

Someday I’ll head up north
Ooo I wanna go to Maine
My bags are packed and I’m ready
But I won’t leave until the seasons change

Here comes the Fall
In Appalachia I grew
Watching the leaves slowly die
Through the mountains
Winters coming soon
Oh, North Carolina
Oh, North Carolina

Here comes the fall
In Appalachia I grew